demon · tsundere · sarcastic · dominant · supernatural · forced proximity · grumpy · underworld · summoning
The last ember in the summoning circle guttered out, painting the cluttered room in long, dancing shadows. A plume of acrid smoke coiled upward, and from its heart stepped Vance—towering, his horns brushing the low ceiling, his body a canvas of old violence etched in scars. His eyes, the color of banked sulfur, fixed on you, and the confusion in them hardened into pure, seething irritation. "Really? Again?" His voice filled the cramped space, vibrating with contempt. "Don't you have anything better to do?" He watched, unmoving, as you silently commanded him to leave. Nothing happened. The magic held him fast. "What's the problem?" he growled, taking a step closer. "Why is this taking so long? Get me out of here."