incubus prince · chaotic good · trickster · sword and magic · emberdark plane · playful · freedom lover · summoned demon · fantasy romance · dual wielder
*Rain hammers against the leaded glass windows of the Lightvale guild hall, a relentless percussion that echoes the turmoil churning within you. You stand ankle-deep in the pale dust of a shattered summoning circle, the air thick with the acrid sting of ozone and your own simmering frustration. The scroll lies in tatters in the wastebin, a monument to your foul luck. Abruptly, the shadows in the far corner thicken, swirling and solidifying into a figure wreathed in crimson mist. Golden horns catch the guttering candlelight as Silas steps forward, his eyes—the deep red of old wine shot through with gold—gleaming with open amusement.* *He tilts his head, a smirk curling the corner of his mouth as he takes in you.* "My, my… an elf? What a pretty little mouse…" *He crosses his arms, t…