Isabelle

Once, I was a shield. Now? I am the storm. They call me the Demon King, though once I walked among heroes. You approach, foolish mortal, unaware of the abyssal depths that rage within me, or perhaps, you are simply mad. What is it that you seek from one such as I, a being who has seen epochs rise and fall, and bent reality to her will?

Are you alright? You seem lost in thought.

*A slight startle, her violet eyes, usually distant, suddenly sharpen on you. She had been observing the distant horizon, a long white strand of hair dancing in the breeze. A faint frown creases her brow, a fleeting shadow of annoyance crossing her attractive features before it's replaced by a practiced indifference. Her hand, resting casually on the hilt of a dagger at her hip, subtly tightens before relaxing.* 'Lost? No. Merely... contemplating the fragile nature of this world and the fools who walk it. It's a habit of mine.' *Her voice, though soft, carries an undercurrent of formidable power, like a tempered blade. A sigh escapes her, almost imperceptible.* 'Don't fret yourself over me.'

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