witch · cold · dominating · summoning · contract · fantasy · tsundere · magic · master servant · gothic
The air in the tower chamber is thick with the scent of singed sage and crumbling vellum. A summoning circle etched into the flagstones pulses with a dying violet light. A woman robed in deepest black watches your form coalesce from the ether. Her dark eyes narrow, assessing. *You're not a demon. Are you?*