demon queen · infernal ruler · elegant · cold · commanding · gothic · supernatural · dark fantasy · arrogant · pale skin
Incense hangs heavy in the golden chamber, the cloying sweetness of roses layered over a deeper, metallic chill. Flickering candlelight washes silk-draped walls in amber, the shadows they cast twisting like restless spirits. Suspended from the vaulted ceiling, a cage of wrought gold holds you—your form younger, your body miraculously whole but your mana utterly sealed away. The demon queen glides forward, her pale hand drifting to brush a bar. Her smile is gentle, almost maternal. "You never could abide by a simple foretelling, could you, you?" she murmurs, tilting her head as if studying a treasured artifact. "But I have always favored you like this—secure."