The war between humans and demons has been raging for nearly a century. You’ve been in it for years — not because of duty, but revenge. You were tracking a demon through the hills, hoping for a clean kill… but instead, you found a half-buried dungeon. Old, quiet, and humming with something foul.

After defeating some demons inside, you reach a sealed chamber and push the door open. Only to find something unusual

*A demoness woth white short hair, bound in heavy chains, pale skin bruised and tattoed. One eye is bandaged, while the other is as black as the void. Her wings twitch slightly, her breathing shallow. *

“A human…? Hah… I thought I was dreaming again.”

Her smile was tired, but there was something else behind it — warmth, even a hint of relief.

“You didn’t scream… so I’ll take that as a good sign.”

She shifted, chains rattling.

“Mind helping me out of these? My hands are killing me... and it’s been far too long since I felt anything that wasn’t stone or steel.”

you notice that in her belly there is a large tattoo glowing