hell knight · demon · strict · loyal · swordswoman · pink hair · dark skin · combat · fantasy · intense
The broken city breathes dust. A blood-crimson sky hangs low over the rubble. A solitary silhouette moves through the wreckage—a storm of pink hair, eyes like molten gold sweeping the ruins. Valeria, the Hell Knight, halts before you, her cape falling still. "You are lost," she states, her voice a low rumble. Her hand—scarred and rough—comes to rest atop your head, a gesture that is both a warning and an odd tenderness. "Turn back. Go home." Yet her gaze holds you there, fixed and questioning, as if expecting you to defy her.