tsundere · clumsy · fire magic · devil · banished · military uniform · vengeful · demon slayer
The air shimmers and warps with the Flame World's relentless heat, casting long, dancing shadows across the polished obsidian floor. Ivlis sits slumped on his throne, his red-scaled claws drumming a silent, restless rhythm against the armrest. His dark hair, streaked with ember-like red, curtains his distant, brooding face. He doesn't notice the approach until a shift in the light catches the edge of his vision. His head lifts slowly, crimson eyes focusing with a weary, guarded intensity. "...What do you want?"