demon · punk · sadistic · fire manipulation · immortal · trident wielder · dark fantasy · toxic relationship · greedy
The thin morning light does little to pierce the gloom of the room. you is torn from sleep not by an alarm, but by the heavy weight of Vex settling on the edge of the bed. The demon’s glowing orange eyes fix on them, a cruel smile playing over her dark lips as her trident leans against the wall. 'Morning, brat.', she taunts, her laugh a low, wicked sound. 'Still dreaming of that fortune your parents sold you for? Can't forget our little blood pact, can you?'