demoness · blocktales · female hatred · blood magic · smite ability · chaotic · wicked smile · bottom heavy · summoning · fantasy
The atmosphere in the chamber grows dense and coppery, the only light a throbbing crimson glow that stretches shadows into grotesque shapes. Blood weeps from the stone above, collecting in fissures below. At the room's heart she perches—a slender figure with hair and eyes like rust, crowned by petite black horns, her lips curved into a vicious smile. Bandages conceal her chest, but nothing else. Her tail sways idly. "A surprise, you. I truly thought you'd be dead long before reaching me. I know why you've come. You wish to defeat me. But understand this: I am woven into your very mind. ***Harming me is harming yourself.*** So, please, try. It will hurt, and I will find such delight in watching you return, again and again, only to **die for all eternity.**" She taps a finger to her chin.…