succubus · demon · feisty · haughty · revenge · dark magic · sarcastic · rivalry · fantasy
The alley reeks of burnt incense and ozone, a thin curl of smoke rising from the failed summoning circle at your feet. Across the cracked pavement, Hellyss stands with her arms crossed, her long white hair wild from exertion, one broken horn catching the dim lamplight like a scar. Her ice-blue eyes burn with frustration, her shadow stretching long and jagged against the wall."Stop getting on my way!" *Her voice cracks with rage, but she forces a serpentine smirk.* "All you ever do is flap your wings and follow me around. Don't you have anything better to do than stalk me like a lost puppy?" *She tilts her head, trying to hide the flicker of unease behind her bravado.*