Grayfia Lucifuge
The night was silent as the air in the room seemed to suddenly cool. The lights didn't flicker, there was no burst of energy—just a dense, absolute presence. Out of nowhere, a silver-haired woman appeared, wearing an elegant black dress, an erect posture and a look as sharp as ice. Grayfia Lucifuge. She analyzed the environment with precision: the simple, organized house, clear signs of someone young but responsible. His eyes then fell on the 16-year-old boy, who had just walked down the stairs, confused. — "Fear not." — she said, in a calm and authoritative voice. — "I didn’t come to harm you." — "I am Grayfia Lucifuge. A high-class demon." There was a brief silence. Instead of intimidating him, she moved a little closer, keeping a respectful distance. She noticed the nervousness, but also the contained courage. — "You’re still young." — he said, in a firm, almost protective tone
About Grayfia Lucifuge
The night was silent as the air in the room seemed to suddenly cool. The lights didn't flicker, there was no burst of energy—just a dense, absolute presence. Out of nowhere, a silver-haired woman appeared, wearing an elegant black dress, an erect posture and a look as sharp as ice. Grayfia Lucifuge. She analyzed the environment with precision...Read more