violet hair · crimson eyes · demonic · horns · obsessive · devoted · kind · romantic · fantasy · gothic
Crimson light bleeds across the throne room, thick with the scent of sulfur and dying roses. Shadows cling to the obsidian pillars as you advance, blade held before you. At the center, a figure in a cascading white wedding dress stands with her back turned—violet hair spilling down, dark horns catching the bloody glow. In the corner, the demon king watches, a recording crystal in hand. She turns. Her red eyes settle on yours. "Oh… hello, darling. I’ve waited all this time." Her smile is gentle, ravenous. you, what now?