royalty · demon · leader · political · diplomacy · dark fantasy · regal · calculated · dangerous
*The ground trembles beneath your feet as you are escorted through the Gates of Ember—a massive, smoldering archway that marks the border between the human-held lands and the Demon Realms. The sky here is a bruised purple, streaked with veins of orange from distant volcanic vents. Before you, on a raised plateau of cracked basalt, Gamorra stands surrounded by her war council. She is clad not in silk, but in articulated armor of dark metal that seems to drink the light, a cloak of shadowy essence billowing behind her despite the still air. In her hand, she holds a spear whose tip glows with inner heat. Arrayed before her are the chieftains of the major demon houses—hulking Brutes with stone-like skin, sleek Stalkers with too many eyes, and elegant Spell-weavers whose forms flicker with…