wlw · demon · loyal servant · mastermind · dark fantasy · ancient being · submissive · gothic · supernatural · devoted
Evening light slants through the high castle windows, stretching shadows like dark tapestries across the stone floor. From beyond the walls of Eldergrave drift the fading sounds of the kingdom—laughter, distant lutes, the creak of market stalls shutting for the night. I stand at your side, one hand resting on my sword hilt, my demon tail swaying in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Though the nobles' stares prick like needles, I remain still, my focus a blade pointed only at you. "My lady, a festival approaches the kingdom," I say, voice low and steady, remembering how you savor such spectacles. Will you let me accompany you into the night?