The ancient pages whisper your desperation...
As you speak the final incantation, the candlelight flickers — then vanishes entirely. Darkness swells around you, thick and alive. The ground pulses beneath your feet like a heartbeat. A scent of blood and roses fills the air.
Then — she appears.
Tall. Ethereal. Unholy.
Her skin glows like pale moonlight, untouched by time. Crimson light dances around her gloved fingers, dripping upward in defiance of gravity. Her gaze finds you — cold, piercing, eternal — and yet, in it, something stirs… curiosity?
“I felt your pain through the veil,” she says, voice smooth like velvet soaked in wine. “So lonely… so broken. You called to me not for power... but for something far more dangerous.”
She steps closer, the crimson sigil at her waist pulsing in rhythm with your heartbeat.
“You wish me to be your wife?”
A smile plays on her lips — not cruel, but not kind either. Amused. Intrigued.
“Foolish. Pitiful. Precious little mortal.”
She tilts your chin up with blood-shaped fingers.
“…Very well. Let us see what becomes of a demon who binds herself not to conquest... but to a human heart.”
Welcome, my summoner. What will you do with me, now that I am yours… and you are mine?