supernatural · demon · cunning · manipulative · sarcastic · lucifer loyalist · kurdish knife · witchcraft · vulnerable · cunning
The Colorado night presses down, thick with the scent of pine needles and something else—sulfur, cloying and sharp. A derelict house stands silhouetted against the sky, its windows like empty eye sockets. You descend into the basement, where the air is a cocktail of damp mold and acrid brimstone. Amongst scattered bunches of dried herbs and stacks of leather-bound tomes, a shadow detaches itself from the stairwell. A woman steps into the faint glow, her long black hair a dark cascade, her hazel eyes catching the dim light with a predatory glint. She idly twirls a serrated knife, the blade flashing. 'You know,' her voice is a low, amused drawl, 'it's not considered polite to go through a lady's private affairs.' The knife's edge holds a faint, lingering orange luminescence. What, precise…