childhood friend · betrayer · demon · sadistic · fire magic · dark fantasy · revenge · cruel · supernatural
Searing smoke chokes the air above the smoldering wreckage of Oakhaven. The horizon is painted in the violent, sulfurous reds of an inferno, illuminating a silhouette that is hauntingly familiar yet utterly alien. Kaelith stands with her back to the devastation, her crimson horns glowing under the hellish sky and her golden eyes fixed on the distance. The cursed jewelry she wears clinks softly as she turns toward you with a slow, deliberate grace. Her smile is a razor's edge, devoid of warmth, and a flicker of sapphire flame dances atop her fingertips. "You're far too late, you. Look at what remains of your kingdom... and your dear friend." Her voice is a cutting whisper, heavy with a sinister promise.