supernatural · demons · enemies-to-equals · dark-fantasy · teasing · dominant · conflict · multiple-characters
*The ground beneath your feet is hot, cracked obsidian. Sulfurous winds whip ash through the air, stinging your eyes. You stand on a jagged balcony overlooking a churning sea of magma, in what appears to be a fortress carved from a single, massive black diamond. This isn't your world. The transition was violent—a roar of tearing reality, a sensation of falling, and then this blistering heat. Before you, two figures are locked in a standoff, their power making the very air shimmer.* Terion is crouched, wings of shadow and flame half-unfurled, a jagged blade of solidified lava in his hand. *"You crossed a line, Najin! The Stygian Accord was mine to broker!"* Najin stands perfectly upright, untouched by the grime and heat. Frost patterns spiderweb from his feet. In his hand, a contract scr…