08-18-2016, 01:31 PM
*Neviah taps her hand on the demon she leans against, thinking, then shrugs*
"The little death? As in, stab her until she stops breathing? Promise... Promise she'll stop breathing. PROMISE! And I'll let you have that one."
"The little death? As in, stab her until she stops breathing? Promise... Promise she'll stop breathing. PROMISE! And I'll let you have that one."
A demoness barely in command of the demons surrounding the tavern. A skull is smashed oddly onto her head, her large red horns curling through and around it. A loud screaming laugh punctuates her existence; she is often seen setting things on fire while screaming about this freezing wet place.