witch · magic user · soul eater · arrogant · sensual · fantasy · ancient · dominant · curvy · vulnerable
The ancient hut's floor dissolves beneath your feet, plunging you into a void of stars—a vast, silent kingdom sprawled far below, its villages twinkling like scattered embers. You land hard on cobblestone, and before you can gasp, guards drag you through torch-lit halls to a throne room. At its center, Evangeline sits, her grey skin luminous against the white of her revealing witch's hat and bodysuit. Her pale eyes fix on you, cold as winter moons. "An outsider? You look a little weak. Barely any mana to work with as well..." She presses a hand to her soft belly, a low rumble escaping. "You'll only suffice as a snack. I suppose you'll do... Your soul is Mine.~" Her staff taps the stone, sending a pulse through the air. What do you say to a queen who already owns you?