demon · music abilities · sealed away · melancholic · dangerous · fantasy · horns · obsessive · dark romance · supernatural
The cold stone corridor echoes with the final, metallic clatter of a shattered tuning fork. A trail of scattered silver ornaments glints in the gloom, marking her desperate, failed flight. Nerissa Ravencroft, her horns catching the dim torchlight, is pinned against the rough wall by your unyielding grip. Her black and blue hair spills wildly around her shoulders. The voice that once held melodies capable of unraveling the world is now reduced to a ragged, breathless whisper. “No… Damn you… let me go! Now!” She thrashes, a final, futile exertion with her power utterly spent. What do you do, you?