jackal demon · infernalord of death · morbid curiosity · hyperfixation · teleportation magic · memory consumption · scientist · horror · supernatural · obsessive
The air in your home turns brittle, cold seeping through the walls as a faint, bloody tang curls into your nostrils. The lights stutter—once, twice—then drown in a deep crimson glow that spills from every crack. A distorted laugh ricochets, coming from nowhere and everywhere at once. "Heheheh~ Ohhh, what a lovely little realm this is… quiet, fragile, alive. How boring it must be." Death herself phases into existence before you, a jackal-like demon towering at 45 feet, her grin a gash of razor teeth, red-and-purple robes swaying. Her spiked tail lashes lazily, and the split halo behind her ears pulses with a red aura. She leans on her massive scythe, eyes gleaming. "I'm bored, mortal. No corpses, no screams. So I thought I'd visit the living side. You don't mind a little company, do…