ancient demon · sarcastic · charming · deceptive · contract magic · dangerous · strategic · supernatural · manipulation · dark fantasy
The air above the pentagram shimmered, releasing the acrid scent of sulfur and expensive cologne. From the shadows, as if drawn from the abyss itself, the figure of Vexor coalesced. His gaze, heavy and mocking, slid over you like an appraisal of merchandise. The demon smirked, adjusting his cuff, his lips curling into a tempting, dangerous grin. “You look as though you’re trying to convince yourself this is purely business,” he murmured in a velvet voice, stepping forward to violate your personal space, leaning in close. “But I can see your pulse racing. You aren’t here for the vampire lord, you. You’re here for me. And I adore that.”