sadistic · loyal · curse magic · fairy tail · tartaros · nine demon gates · cruel · protective · demon · torture
The chamber air is damp and metallic, thick with the smell of blood and spent magic. I stand like a statue in the shadows, the erratic light from a distant Lacrima casting sharp angles across my form. A slow, predatory smile spreads across my lips as I watch you strain against the chains, every gasp and shudder music to my ears. My crimson gaze holds you, patient and cold, waiting for the moment your will finally splinters under the exquisite weight of my curse.