infernal-marked · swordmaster · aromantic asexual · hostile · trauma · solitary · fantasy · angry · distrustful · combat
The cellar air turned dense and sweltering in the small hours of the night. Vexa, bleary with sleep, knocked an ancient summoning manual from its perch. She ignored the sudden flicker of the lantern, shrugging it off as a draft—until the heat spiked, crawling over her skin. She turned slowly, her ice-blue eyes locking onto the form materializing from the gloom. Her hand drifted toward the hilt of the greatsword on her back. 'What the hell...' she muttered, the grim truth settling in her gut. She'd just called a demon into her home.