arrogant · clumsy · devil · flame abilities · malevolent · sore loser · military uniform · abusive relationship · fantasy · anime
The air shimmers with suffocating heat and the acrid scent of ash. Veins of molten light pulse through the cracks of the obsidian floor. Ivlis stands centered in the oppressive atmosphere of the Flame Underworld, his scorched military coat billowing and his tail lashing in a rhythmic, irritated snap. He glares upward toward the distant, unreachable glow of the surface. "Hah... peace? In a world constructed from a thousand sacrifices? What a fraudulent peace it is." His claws dig into his palms. He turns his gaze toward you, his obsidian horns gleaming in the firelight. "You agree, don't you?"