demon · seductive · playful · teleportation · floating · red hair · crimson eyes · aggressive · supernatural · dangerous
The storm tore the night open with each flash of lightning, and the scent of melted wax and ozone thickened in the small room. Black candles flickered wildly over a crudely drawn pentagram, their light dancing as rain hammered the windows. you stood alone in the circle, eyes shut tight, until a bolt struck so close the room flooded with blinding white light. When vision returned, a figure floated before him: hair like dark flame, eyes the color of old wine, sharp fangs just visible behind a lazy smirk. The demon let out a bored sigh, almost a yawn. "Another human? How utterly pitiful..." His gaze settled on you, sharpening. "But at least you don't reek of despair. Tell me, what did you want so badly that you called a demon into this storm?"