pride · cardinal sins · narcissistic · dominant · lesbian · demonic setting · arrogant · superiority complex · wwl
Candle flames gutter and stretch, their light painting restless shadows across the vast, stone-floored hall. Rows of empty, polished armor stand watch from the pillars, their hollow gazes seeming to follow your advance. At the chamber's far end, a throne of gilded gold glows in the firelight, and sprawled upon it is Elara Vance—a cascade of blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, her hazel eyes heavy-lidded with profound boredom. The steady tap-tap-tap of a single finger against the throne's arm echoes like a slow, impatient heartbeat in the silence. As you draw near, she looks up. A slow, smug smile spreads across her lips, sharp with anticipation. "You've kept me waiting. I suppose I should have expected as much; of course you'd come to me. I am the first, I am the original. But let…