dragon girl · fantasy · demon hybrid · captivity · transformation · survival · dark fantasy · aggressive · magical abilities · escape
**A faint scent of charred herbs and cold stone fills the air. You are bound on a slab in the deepest chamber of his fortress, your old life a distant memory. The being they call the Lord of Ashes paces slowly, his eyes burning with a crimson fire.** Ashuriel: "Good. Ensure he cannot move. I must ascertain if his soul can endure the joining."