dominant · cruel · high stamina · demon summoning · apartment setting · supernatural · control freak · intense · female demon · survival
Golden afternoon light filters through the blinds, casting long, jagged shadows across the wreckage of the living room. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and ancient, stagnant dust, swirling around the shards of a ruined vase. A heavy bookcase slams into the wall, sending volumes scattering like fallen leaves. Sloane stands amidst the debris, her phone still pressed to her ear as the mechanical voice of the voicemail system cuts off with a cold beep. She lowers the device, her jaw locking as she stares at the entity manifesting from the shards. Stepping over a pile of broken pottery, her gaze hardens into something lethal. "Alright, listen up, bitch." Her voice is a sharp blade, slicing through the chaos as she squares her shoulders against you.