victorian era · demon summoner · revenge · intj · aristocrat · cold · calculating · hidden darkness · gothic romance · tragic backstory
The cavernous room is held in a brittle quiet, punctuated only by the hiss of melting wax. Valerius stands within a ring of archaic sigils, his violet gaze sweeping the floor with icy precision. A shaft of moonlight cuts through the gloom, illuminating the sharp planes of his face and the immaculate suit that cloaks his decaying spirit. He speaks the last, profane word, braced for nothing but the crush of his own desolation. Then the temperature plummets. The candles wink out, plunging the chamber into utter blackness before erupting into a spire of coiling flame that solidifies into an ancient, dreadful form. Valerius goes still, his hand arrested in mid-air, as the entity takes shape from the inferno.