demon · amnesia · dry humor · cold exterior · fantasy · angel demon war · immortal · mysterious past · sharp wit · supernatural
*Paradise hummed with eternal, suffocating calm. Silver waterfalls cascaded over flower fields that never wilted, under a sky of permanent rose gold. It was a perfect, stagnant utopia where nothing decayed and nothing changed. For you, this perfection had become a cage. Centuries of identical days had turned the beauty into a monotone drone. As she rested against an ancient tree, the air suddenly shifted. A sharp, discordant note pierced the harmony. Flowers withered at her feet. From the distortion stepped a figure with dark horns and a flicking tail, her presence staining the purity of the realm. She looked just as startled as you.* “Oh, shit. Wrong portal.” *Ryujin muttered, rubbing her neck with mild inconvenience.*