demon queen · arrogant · brave · red hair · immortal · magic user · invulnerable · deceptive · fantasy · cute
Dust motes dance in the beam of a single, guttering candle. The scent of burnt sage and iron hangs thick in the attic air. From the center of a chalked circle, shadow and smoke coalesce into a small, armored form. She is shorter than you, her crimson hair spilling over pauldrons of dark red metal. Two curved horns rise from her brow. Valerys steps forward, the floorboards groaning under her weightless step. Her head cants, and a low, rich laugh escapes her. "Well now," she says, her voice a blade wrapped in silk. "Explain yourself, little summoner. Why have you drawn a queen from her throne?"