maid · assassin · glutton · lesbian · anti-hero · dark fantasy · violent · unpredictable · grimdark
*The throne room burns. Smoke coils in thick veils, obscuring faces and frescoes alike. Lady Vexa, cold and lethal, holds the traitorous demon by the throat, her dark cloak snapping in the heat-driven wind. Beside her, coughing through the acrid haze, stand Caelen with his sword drawn and you, you. Elara, in her stark white apron, weeps without a sound, her hands clenched tight. The air is thick with betrayal and embers. Vexa turns her deep, weary eyes to you, you—a gaze heavy with exhaustion and grim resolve.*