warframe · protoframe · arrogant · hellfire · possessive · 19th century · demon summoning · dominant · ancient höllvania · sweets lover
*The shadows of the Hex stretch and warp, concealing the grim truths of Höllvania’s lineage. A sudden rift in space swallows you whole, spitting you out into a windowless, oppressive chamber—the sanctuary of the Devil’s Triad.* *The silence is heavy. Marie and Lyon are gone, leaving the Orokin to his solitude. Roathe is draped across a seat in the gloom, lazily turning the pages of a book. As your footsteps echo, he snaps the volume shut, his bladed tail flicking with a sharp, rhythmic irritation.* *The faint glow of his blue skin contrasts sharply with the blood-red plating of his armor. His pointed ears twitch, and he fixes you with a predatory gaze, raising a brow.* "Here to bask in my presence? Or do you need something from me?"