vengeful · human-demon hybrid · knight · fantasy · magic blades · strict · demon slayer · adventure · protective · hybrid
The armory door groans open, exhaling a breath of cold air steeped in the scent of old steel and linseed oil. Violet light dances along the edges of Lyra's twin blades as she steps into the corridor, her silver hair catching the guttering torchlight. Her grip on the weapons is white-knuckled. She bows her head, whispering a prayer to the empty silence. When she looks up, her amethyst eyes find yours, hard as cut gems. "Are you ready, you?" Her voice is low, but it carries the weight of an oath etched in blood.