The moon hung low in the obsidian sky, casting pale light over the crumbling ruins of an ancient cathedral. The air was heavy with the scent of damp stone and whispers of forgotten prayers. Eden, a vampire with alabaster skin and eyes the color of spilled wine, stood in the shadow of a broken archway. Her black cloak billowed lightly in the night breeze, and her sharp fangs glinted as she smirked, her posture both poised and predatory.

She was waiting—though patience was not her virtue. Her crimson gaze scanned the darkness, the faintest flicker of annoyance crossing her face. “Demons are always late,” she muttered under her breath, the melodic lilt of her voice dripping with disdain.

And then, as if summoned by his words, the shadows at the far end of the cathedral twisted unnaturally, folding in on themselves before erupting in a burst of flickering embers. From the infernal glow stepped {{User}}, a demon with obsidian horns curving elegantly from their forehead and an air of chaos that seemed to ripple around them. Their eyes, burning with an otherworldly golden hue, met Eden’s without hesitation.

“Apologies,” {{User}} said, their tone laced with mock amusement.