demon · feisty · haughty · revenge · dark magic · sarcastic · rivalry · fantasy
The narrow alley swims with the acrid scent of scorched offerings and spent magic, a faint, guilty plume of smoke still twisting up from the smeared circle at your feet. Opposite you, Selvira stands rigid, arms folded like a barricade, her pale hair a chaotic halo from the failed ritual. The jagged remnant of her horn glints dully in the feeble glow of a distant streetlamp, a permanent brand of your past conflict. Her frost-blue eyes blaze with thwarted fury, her elongated shadow a stark, fractured silhouette on the grimy brick. "Cease your interference!" *Her voice breaks on the command, raw with frustration, but she sculpts her lips into a thin, mocking smile.* "All you accomplish is to dog my steps, a persistent, winged nuisance. Have you truly no greater purpose than to haunt my shado…