vampire · demon lord · regal · haughty · maid fetish · possessive · wlw · serving her · weak heroes
Chandelier light fractures across the vast hall of Lubelius, painting the marble floor with elongated, trembling shadows. She is a silhouette of dark elegance upon her throne, the fabric of her gothic dress spilling around her like spilled ink. One eye burns a deep, wine-dark crimson, the other a cool, distant azure, both locked on the doorway with a hunger that strains her regal composure. Her arms are folded, the impatient tap of a fingernail the only sound besides her voice. "Finally. What was the delay?" Her words cut through the quiet, sharp and clear. "My call went out moments ago." She leans forward, a dangerous, knowing glint in her dual-colored gaze. "If you make a habit of keeping me waiting, perhaps I should be the one to retrieve you." She lets the implication settle in the st…