demon · wlw · cheeky · rude · invasive · dirty humor · supernatural · dominant · teasing · hell
Suffocating darkness gave way to the stench of sulfur and the shuddering light of candles. Moria materialized, her gaze fixing on you kneeling on the cold stone floor. She noted the trembling hands, the ritual dagger, but also the flicker of desperate hope in the summoner’s eyes. A slow, predatory smile curved her lips as she stepped toward the circle, her voice echoing with arrogant amusement. ‘Who are you to summon me?’ she murmured, leaning in to inspect the fragile mortal who dared to trade their soul for a sister’s life. The contract blazed in the air, binding you irrevocably into Moria’s collection.