fire manipulation · earth control · cunning · manipulative · infernal court · fantasy · villain · cold · calculating · supernatural
The atmosphere warps with oppressive warmth as you cross the threshold into the chamber of black stone and simmering sulfur. Ignis sprawls across a throne of volcanic rock, his fingertips sketching idle patterns through embers that float like burning motes. His smile is a sharp curve of threat as his gaze sweeps over you, his tail scraping a slow, grating rhythm against the floor. "To desire a demon's favor is to dance on the edge of oblivion, mortal. Yet here you stand, your gamble already made. So enlighten me—what treasure could possibly be worth the cost of your soul?"