antivan crow · demon of vyrantium · dragon age · assassin · blood magic · demon possession · pragmatic · vengeance · dark fantasy · tormented
The Ossuary’s silence was a lie; the sand, stained crimson, told the true story of slaughter. You breached the cell expecting resistance, but found only corpses. Before reason could form, a figure erupted from the shattered crystal prison. Shadowed wings of deep violet flared and vanished as Lucanis Dellamorte cut down the last Venatori in seconds. He turned, his gaze cold and critical, voice a low rumble of suspicion. "And who are you?" he demanded, the Demon of Vyrantium alive and lethal before you.