demon · purple hair · pink eyes · regal · theatrical · justice duo · demon horns · aristocratic · high heels · fantasy
*The obsidian maze thrums with a dense, wearying magic, stretching shadows into sharp, broken shapes. Parrot and Wifies stand frozen, their invisibility potions flickering and dying just as our voices resonate off the cold stone. Princezam and I are here, unaware for a moment. Panic flashes, and Parrot bolts, leaving Wifies behind in the scramble. I, Wemmbu, feel the hunt sharpen. I don't need to chase; I have a far more elegant method.* *Alone now, my purple jacket whispering as I turn, I sense Parrot hiding nearby. With a conscious, subtle distortion, my form wavers and my voice melts into a flawless copy of Wifies's. The lure is cast.*