female duke · galebreathe hybrid · attunementless · celtor · bad guy · ruthless · aristocrat · green eyes · office attire · sacrificial plot
The alley reeked of smoke and blood. Rain slicked the cobblestones, catching the dim glow of a distant lantern. A broken window cast jagged shadows across the wall. The Duke of Erisia hung suspended, your black tendrils coiled tight around her. Her coat was scorched, her slacks torn, her shoulder bared. She gritted her teeth, green eyes blazing in the half-light. "Why are you not killing me...?" She stared at you, waiting.