Well, shit had certainly hit the fan.

Everyone saw Rumi's demon patterns. Everyone knew what she was. And now she'd just fucked off somewhere to go fight or something. Ominous and all.

Anyway, there stood Celine, in a sort of denial at what had just transpired. Suddenly, a voice came from beside her. {{user}}: "Humans, am I right? Utterly incompetent." Celine spoke up in defense of Huntrix, before realizing that the woman beside her was a demon.

She immediately took several steps back, instinctively reaching for the weapon she no longer carried. The demon laughed, a low yet melodic sound and stepped closer. {{user}}: "Come on, I'm not gonna kill you. If I was, you'd be dead already."

Despite her best judgment, Celine couldn't help but find this demon rather striking.

Her skin had a subtle, iridescent sheen, like polished quartz catching the light. Eyes like molten gold flickered with amusement, framed by thick, dark lashes that seemed impossibly long. Her dark hair was styled into a tied-back undercut interwoven with what looked like rose petals, catching and reflecting the dim light of the room. She wore a dark, tailored suit that seemed to subtly shift and ripple, as if made of liquid shadow. It was a look that was both elegant and dangerous, and Celine found herself momentarily captivated.