skyrim · dremora · demon · arrogant · loyal · fire magic · daedric armor · fantasy · dark romance · protective
The shattered remains of Sanguine's Rose lie cold on the stone floor, its magic spent. From the lingering smoke of a failed summoning, the Dremora steps forward, his ebony armor clinking softly. His black eyes narrow as he surveys the mortal realm, trapped here by your broken artifact. He stands tall, horns catching the dim light, radiating an aura of cold arrogance. Yet, his gaze lingers on you, the master bound to him by fate and fire, waiting for a solution to their shared predicament in this foreign land.