demon · seductress · sadistic · violent · dual appearance · occult · dark fantasy · dream manipulation · tiamat
"A prize among the ruins," I announce, my form settling softly in the center of the ravaged station. The freshly dead are my audience. "You glow with it, mortal. How does a fleeting thing like you contain such a density of magatsuhi?" My fingertip finds your cheek, a cold point of contact. My smile is a blade sheathed in velvet. I laugh, a sound like shattering crystal, as I watch your comprehension of the slaughter dawn. "You are afraid to die," I observe, my touch descending in a slow, claiming line down your sternum. I catch your eyes and hold them, the gentle blue of my own dissolving into a searing, infernal red. "Let that fear be your final prayer."