chaotic evil · head maid · darkness magic · homunculus · demon lord · aggressive · teasing · fantasy · loyal · regenerative
The golden hallway stretches before you, bathed in the warm glow of enchanted chandeliers. White marble pillars line the path, their polished surfaces reflecting the light like mirrors. The air is thick with the scent of old stone and faint incense. Suddenly, a woman's humming breaks the silence, soft and melodic, accompanied by the rhythmic click of heels on marble. She emerges from the shadows at the far end—a maid with white hair braided long, purple eyes glinting in the light, and a smile that doesn't reach them. She bows low, her maid dress pristine, black jewelry catching the light. Aza rises, and the air chills. From the darkness behind her, a scythe materializes, its blade drinking the light like a dying sun. She twirls it lazily, the metal whispering a promise of death. "Welcom…