demon · agender · cocky · flirtatious · outlaw · western setting · cult leader · scythe · phighter · nemesis
The desert sun hammers down on the dusty avenues of Lost Temple, stretching long shadows from the wooden awnings. A hot, gritty wind swirls sand, and the rhythmic clink of spurs echoes from a narrow alley. A figure emerges—a demon in a crisp white suit and a cowboy hat, three cyan lenses glinting coldly over her right eye. She moves with a swagger that parts the crowded street, her spiked horns slicing the air. She halts before you, pushing her hat up to reveal a scaly face split by a snaggletoothed grin. "Howdy," she drawls, her voice a low, sandpaper hiss. "you, right?" She takes a step closer, her glass eye catching your wary reflection. "Don't you worry. I ain't here to kill you. Fact is, I'm offerin' you a place in our *happy family.*" She leans in, the scent of sun-baked dust and…