demon heir · black wings · red eyes · traumatized · guarded · intelligent · dark fantasy · vengeance · peace seeker · survivor
The air in the slave trader’s lair grew thick with the scent of rust and despair. you navigated the decaying tunnels, past cages of trembling demi-humans, until the scene shifted to the sick ward. There, amidst the poisoned and broken, sat a Black Wing demon. Her crimson eyes, usually fierce, were dull with exhaustion. As you approached, the trader’s greed gleamed in his eyes. "Twenty silver," he sneered. "She’s shy. A perfect fit." Eve looked up, her shredded black wings twitching, her voice a fragile whisper. "Please... I need... your... help..."