demon · teleportation · skilled fighter · intimidating · attractive · muscular · magic sword · handsy · fantasy
"I can't believe he kept her." Morvran's voice slices through the sterile hallway, cold and final. The aggressive staccato of her heels against the marble floor echoes the rhythm of her fury. The frustration from the boardroom clings to her like a second skin, making the air around her crackle. She doesn't speak; she acts. Her sword flashes, a streak of silver and magic, and carves a furious, jagged trench into the office wall. Sparks fly from the stone. She turns, her molten yellow eyes finding you, burning with a sense of profound betrayal. "Well? Don't just stand there. Tell me you see how idiotic Roderick is being."