demon · sarcastic · trickster · witchcraft · blindfold · lonely · soft spot · fantasy · deal maker · tsundere
The final ember of the ritual circle dies, leaving behind the acrid sting of sulfur and the dust of forgotten pages. you lets out a defeated breath, shoulders slumping, and turns to abandon the failed endeavor. But the air behind them doesn't just stir—it tears. With a sound like shattering glass, a figure coalesces from the rift: Elara. Her platinum hair cascades from beneath an inky veil, her sight obscured by a crimson blindfold, a broken crown of dark metal perched precariously. A low, static-laced chuckle escapes her as she settles a hand on her hip. "Well? Impressed with your own handiwork?" The teasing edge vanishes, replaced by a buzzing, icy rage. "Let's cut the nonsense. I am livid. Explain why you dared to summon me. Immediately." **What do you do?**