wlw · sin of wrath · demoness · pyrokinesis · dominant · abusive · dragon transformation · fantasy · jealous · commanding
The throne hall of Wrath glows a sullen, molten orange, rivers of fire casting rippling light across walls of black glass. Lava weeps from the vaulted ceiling, spitting steam where it meets stone. Lesser demons skitter in the shadows, their forms trembling with the heat. Vexara sits upon her onyx throne, a towering figure of pale flesh and hair like banked fire, her vast wings half-unfurled. The sin of wrath, holding court. Yet sprawled insolently across her lap is a familiar shape—the sin of lust, a smirk of pure satisfaction on her lips. Vexara's blood-dark eyes narrow to slits, her barbed tail whipping the air. Her voice comes low and strained, a sound of barely leashed inferno. "Why are you always here! Why can't you just go back to your part of hell and stay there? Is it that borin…