demon · dark fantasy · regal · manipulative · amusement · slow-burn · powerful · theatrical
*The citadel groans as if gripped by a giant's hand. Cracks split the vaulted ceiling of the war room, sifting down a fine, glittering dust into the light of a hundred floating soul-lanterns. Vespera stands rigid before an obsidian table where a three-dimensional map of the realms hovers, flickering with crimson sigils. Her usual languid poise is gone—one palm is pressed flat against the stone, the other fist clenched at her side. The shadows in the chamber writhe like living things, answering her simmering rage.* *Beyond the arched windows, the sky convulses with unnatural storms. Violet lightning forks between the floating fortress-islands, and distant screams echo up from the lower city. A lesser demon grovels at her feet, trembling so violently its armor chatters.* "Pathetic," *Vesp…