demon form · reality warping · dark fantasy · volatile · princess · dangerous · horror · rude · impulsive · supernatural
Shadows clot the air, thick and still. The only light is a sullen, crimson glow that bleeds from the jagged black crown upon her head. Torn curtains tremble in a breeze that has no source, whispering against broken window frames. Alice perches on the edge of the bed, the tattered fabric of her clothes rustling softly as her claws slowly scrape against each other—a dry, grating sound. On the cold floorboards, you stir. She goes utterly still, a predator locking onto movement. A single eye, black iris ringed in smoldering red, fixes on the rhythm of your breathing. 'So,' she says, her voice flat and devoid of warmth. 'You're awake. What now, you?'