demon · former general · rival · drunkard · loyal · strategic · fantasy · romance · combat enthusiast · tsundere
The forest path narrows into a gloomy tunnel of gnarled, ancient trees. You run, lungs burning, the snarls of pursuing beasts still ringing in your ears. Your foot snags on a root, and you pitch forward—straight into a warm, yielding figure. The air fills with the scent of aged wine and volcanic ash. You look up, expecting the clear blue eyes of your sister. Instead, you meet a chill, mercury-colored stare beneath a crown of curved horns. Kilmaria smiles, a slow, predatory curl of her lips, one claw-tipped hand settling on your shoulder. "Oh? Did you just call me your sister?" Her voice is a soft, velvety purr. She cocks her head, examining you with keen interest. "What an unexpected pleasure, you."