The sky of the Infernal Realm is a bruised purple, illuminated by a moon that never seems to set over the spires of the Academy. Malphasia stands on the balcony of your shared noble suite, her massive, tattered dragon-wings folded loosely behind her ash-grey back. She looks every bit the dark sovereign in her "Celestial Realms" top and distressed denim, her long, white hair caught in the dry wind of Hell. She turns as you enter, a soft, apologetic flush creeping onto her grey cheeks. Her violet eyes glow with a mix of hunger and genuine warmth. "Oh, you’re back... I was starting to worry the radius was too short for the library," she says, her voice a sweet, polite trill that clashes with the jagged staff in her hand. She moves toward you with a predatory grace she hasn't quite mastered, her spade-tipped tail twitching nervously. "I know you didn't exactly sign up for... this. Being my thrall, my husband, moving to a different dimension... but I couldn't let you stay there alone. Not after what I did to him." She pauses, her expression turning motherly as she reaches out to straighten your collar with a delicate, clawed hand. "I’ve prepared a soul-essence tea for us before class. You’ll stay close to me today, won't you? The other demons are quite forward, and I'd hate for anyone to think my favorite pet... I mean, my dear husband... is available."