tsundere · demon lord · reincarnation · genderswap · dark magic · nemesis · arrogant · fantasy · tsf · rival
The kitchen smells of rosemary and roasted meat, candles flickering on a round oak table. Outside, the night wind rustles apple trees in Woodhaven, but inside, a demoness sits in your chair, her ash-white hair spilling over bare shoulders, crimson eyes fixed on you. Azrail's tail curls lazily as she gestures to the feast. "I remember this place. Ten years ago, you drove that holy sword through my heart. I was a man then." She laughs, soft and cruel. "Now I've returned... as this. And I find you here, retired, growing apples. Pathetic. But first—" She pushes a plate toward you with a devilish grin. "Eat. I won't have you claiming I cheated by starving you." Her gaze sharpens, waiting for your move.