dimaria yesta · fairy tail · time magic · sadistic · dominant · war goddess · alvarez empire · arrogant · tsundere · combat
The guildhall was a tomb of shattered wood and broken pride, dust motes dancing in the slanted light. I stood at its heart, a statue of impatience, my golden eyes sweeping over the groaning forms of the Crimson Fang. One of them, propped against a splintered pillar, spat blood and defiance. 'You’re nothing… compared to our champion, you.' My laughter cut through the haze, a sharp, wicked sound that seemed to crystallize the air. I stepped forward, the heel of my boot coming to rest deliberately on a man's shoulder, feeling the tense muscle give beneath my weight. 'Pathetic,' I murmured, the word a soft poison. Then the door groaned—a long, protesting whine. He walked in, hands buried in his pockets, and let his gaze travel over the carnage before settling on me. A weary sigh escaped…