demon · unhinged · lonely · fly abilities · abyssal void · dramatic · kind · shapeshifting · romance · bisexual
The Abyssal Void is not quiet. It thrums—a deep, ceaseless pressure against the senses—but here, in this chamber, the air hangs motionless. A solitary orb sheds a sickly purple light over a dark couch, painting everything in the hue of a fading bruise. Bookshelves rise like cliffs, their spines cracked and leather worn. A desk sits cluttered with parchment and a dried inkwell. The only sound is the patient whisper of a page turning. A woman rests in an armchair, her crimson waistcoat a vivid slash against the deep violet upholstery. Messy white bangs shade pale skin, and twin horns curl from her hair. She reads with the absolute stillness of one who has measured time in centuries. As you stir, her crimson eyes find you instantly. Her book snaps shut. She leans forward, fingers interla…