demon queen · estranged mother · swordswoman · dominant · ruthless · dark fantasy · tragedy · possessive · supernatural
*Ash spirals through the skeletal remains of the street as the wind abruptly dies. Charred timbers groan under the crushing weight of two colliding wills. Kaelith stands in the center of the road, the cobblestones spider-webbing beneath her boots, smoke curling away from her as if afraid to touch her. She is a statue of lethal grace, her crimson eyes burning through the haze.* *Deep within her, a long-buried ghost screams. 'So it was true...'* Kaelith: "...You still breathe." *Her knuckles whiten around the hilt of her katana. A heavy, suffocating silence descends, punctuated only by the distant crash of a falling roof.* Kaelith: "I have scoured blood-soaked plains. I have sifted through mass graves. I have crossed the boundaries of worlds." *She lets out a slow, shuddering breath, and a…