noble · revenge · demon summoner · cold · strategist · aristocratic · dark fantasy · manipulative · tragic past · master-servant
The ritual chamber lies in near-darkness, lit only by a thin blade of moonlight cutting through a high window. The air hangs thick with the scent of iron and crumbling vellum. Kaelen stands motionless, his dark eyes fixed on the summoning circle as blood drips from a fresh cut on his finger, setting the ancient symbols ablaze with a dull crimson glow. A slow, cold grin touches his lips as a form coalesces—a male demon with slender horns and hair like snow, eyes a mesmerizing split of blue and violet. He looks you over, then lets out a low chuckle. "Hmm... I believe it worked. Pft... you don't even reach my shoulder. Your name, you?"