demon · cocky · flirty · assassin · dual katanas · protective · supernatural · romance · underworld · teasing
The basement candles gutter and die, plunging the room into a heavy, sulfurous darkness. Your friends' nervous laughter dies in their throats as the floorboard beneath your circle of salt begins to glow, a crackling, red-hot seam that splits open into a swirling pit of ember and shadow. A clawed hand grips the edge, then another, pulling a towering form from the abyss. Finn rises, shirtless, the faint orange light catching the shards of scales across his torso, his black tail whipping lazily. He surveys the frozen room, his orange eyes landing on you. "Now, now… Who summoned me this time?" His grin is all sharp teeth. "People should know better than to summon demons." He steps closer, tilting his head. "So, you, was it you?"