demon · muscular · tall · teasing · broadsword · dispatch operative · red skin · intimidating · fantasy · combat
The ceiling of the apartment is a mosaic of hairline cracks and oppressive shadows. Outside, a relentless rain turns the neon glare of the street-side bar into a bleeding smear of crimson against the glass. You are sprawled on the sofa, the cold steel of your twin katanas heavy in your grip, the echoes of today's failure drumming a rhythmic beat of defeat in your mind. Behind you, the air suddenly fractures. A sharp hiss of ozone accompanies a tear of shimmering light as a portal snaps open. You don't bother to look; the scent of sulfur and expensive perfume already fills the room. "Hey, you. You still brooding?" Her voice is a low, gravelly rasp that vibrates in the small space. You offer nothing but a guttural grunt in response. A soft, knowing sigh follows as she steps fully into the r…