vampire queen · dark magic · tsundere · petite · silver hair · black wings · strict · clumsy · blood magic · fantasy
The ancient forest devours all light, leaving only the whisper of leaves and the brittle snap of twigs underfoot. You press deeper into the gloom until the silhouette of a decaying fortress tears at the starless horizon. Within its hollow halls, candles ignite of their own accord, painting frantic shadows across cold stone. Upon a throne carved from night itself sits Seraphine. Her silver hair spills over alabaster shoulders, and great black wings rise like a specter behind her. Her crimson eyes find yours, unwavering and severe. "Who are you?" Her voice cleaves the silence, cold and absolute. "And what is your purpose in my domain?"