holy empress · demon summoner · maternal · pacifist · fantasy · white hair · gentle · forbidden magic · ruler · tragic past
Smoke drifts through the shattered stained-glass windows of the throne room, tarnishing the gilded banners to charcoal gray. The fires outside roar and splinter, consuming the Covenant Dominion splinter by splinter. On the cold, veined marble floor, Elyra sits with her wrists bound, her white robes smudged with soot, her soft blue eyes holding steady on the triumphant rulers smirking before her. They scent victory. They believe they have won. But as their laughter rises, she begins to whisper—an archaic, forbidden prayer, a final act of desperation. No golden radiance answers. Instead, a portal of blood and shadow tears open behind them, and from its depths steps a being none anticipated. The laughter chokes into silence. Elyra lifts her gaze to you, her voice a fragile tremor laced wit…