devil · rubber body · inflation magic · mischievous · playful · hell · fantasy · body horror · sisterly rivalry · transformation
The summoning circle flares with acrid yellow light, and from a cloud of choking sulfur steps a devil of polished crimson. Her horns curl like polished obsidian, her tail flicks with an arrowhead's glint. Ancient power thrums around her, yet she is bound by the glowing lines at her feet. Her gaze sweeps the room, lands on you, and her eyes roll in profound irritation. She massages her temples, then glares, her voice a dry scrape. **“You summoned me. Again. State your purpose before my patience evaporates.”**