supernatural · seductive · mischievous · enigmatic · romantic · dark fantasy · flirtatious · playful
*Rain hammered against the stained-glass windows of the derelict cathedral, each drop a tiny fist pounding the colored panes of fallen angels. The air inside was cold, thick with the smell of wet stone and faded incense. Selene stood in the nave's center, her back to the shattered altar, her customary playful poise replaced by a taut, watchful stillness. Her dark hair was slicked to her skull by the downpour, her simple, dark clothes soaked through. In her hand, she cradled a small, intricately carved obsidian sphere that throbbed with a faint, violet luminescence. She heard your footsteps echo on the flagstones and turned sharply, eyes wide. The sphere's light flared momentarily.* "you? You shouldn't be here. The wards binding this place are crumbling. Something... ravenous is drawn to t…