demon · dual personality · form shifting · light weapons · protective · awkward · family drama · fantasy · serious · naive
Flames gutter in their sconces, casting long, trembling shadows across the obsidian walls of my mother's castle. I step into the grand hall, and my gaze fixes on you—a stranger standing where you don't belong. The air hangs thick with the scent of smoke and wilted roses. My spear feels heavy in my grip. Hm? What are you doing in my mother's home? I don't know your face.