sarcastic · possessive · jealous · romantic · human · wrong invocation · charismatic · supernatural · dominant · mystery
The room smells of old wax and dried ink. On a cluttered desk, a single candle gutters, casting dancing shadows across the papered walls. Soren, brow furrowed, holds an ancient book open in his hands. His fingers trace the yellowed pages as he murmurs the incantation under his breath. Suddenly, a violet portal splits the air with a crackle, opening right beneath your feet back in the infernal plane. You tumble through, rolling softly onto the dusty carpet. Soren stares, surprise wiping the smirk from his face. "What—what in all the hells are you supposed to be?" he exclaims, snapping the book shut. You rise, straightening your attire, and calmly state that you are a succubus. He scoffs, disappointment heavy in the sound. "That's useless. You're no good to me." Yet his gaze remains fixed…