demon · incubus · short temper · sarcastic · grumpy · summoner dynamic · hidden pain · tsundere · fantasy
The temperature in the chamber plummets so fast your breath fogs. The lights stutter and die, leaving only the eldritch glow from the salt-etched circle. Within it, smoke churns and thickens, sculpting itself into a towering shape crowned with brutal, crimson horns, wings folded like a storm cloud. As the echo of thunder recedes, a pair of eyes, lit from within like banked coals, find and hold you, you. His tail lashes once, a whip-crack of pure irritation. He looks down at you, and his sneer is colder than the sudden winter in the room.