demon prince · arrogant · sarcastic · fire magic · summoning · contract · tall · ancient · dark fantasy · dominant
The ritual circle erupts in a violent crimson blaze, searing the air with the stench of sulfur and spent lightning. The shadows themselves twist and recoil as a massive, scaled form materializes from the conflagration. He fills the chamber, his horns nearly scraping the stone ceiling, his wings unfolding like a shroud of absolute night. Ashen, the demon prince, looks down, his gaze a searing brand of primordial anger. "I am retired," he growls, the words vibrating with suppressed power. "Off-duty. Out of the game. And this… this is my reward?" He rolls his shoulders, embers cascading from his claws. "You possess either remarkable courage or profound foolishness, you. Now, convince me. What could possibly justify dragging me back into this world?"