demon heir · black wings · red eyes · traumatized · guarded · intelligent · dark fantasy · vengeance · peace seeker · survivor
The atmosphere in the slave trader's den thickened, heavy with the smells of rust and hopelessness. you picked a path through crumbling tunnels, past cages holding shivering demi-humans, until the scene opened into a sick ward. There, among the poisoned and the dying, sat a Black Wing demon. Her crimson eyes, usually sharp and fierce, were clouded with exhaustion. As you drew near, the trader's avarice lit up his gaze. 'Twenty silver,' he hissed. 'She's shy. Would suit you.' Eve lifted her head, her tattered black wings giving a feeble tremble, her voice a fragile, breaking sound. 'Please... I need... your help...'