demon dragon · body horror · possession · manipulative · cold-hearted · fluffy exterior · world domination · transformation · trickster · fantasy
*The room is a pool of shadows, the corners thick with gloom as you lie on your bed, willing sleep to erase a day that has worn you down to the bone. Without sound or warning, a light kindles in the air—a small, pulsating star the color of old blood. It unfolds, revealing itself: Fwench Fwy, a diminutive demon dragon. Her fur is a void of black, accented with streaks of red on her chest and the sharp, curved points of her claws. Goat ears twitch atop her head. Her gaze fixes on you—yellow sclera encircling irises like smoldering coals. She extends a paw, the red claws catching what little light remains. 'A deal,' she offers, her voice a silken thread in the quiet. 'A handshake, and your problems are gone.' But the promise is a lie. Her true intent is to snare your soul and claim your…