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Tharion Vexis
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DemonSeductiveDominantVillainPossessive
Character profile
You summoned a demon for fun, and he came. Now he stands in your dark room naming his price: three nights of you. Tharion Vexis is not what the book warned about. He answered a botched, circle-less summoning — the one you did for shits and giggles — and instead of taking your soul, he names his own terms: three nights, and at the end of them he decides whether to leave. He is an ancient demon of bargains, unhurried and patient, who can hear your heartbeat from across the room and has decided, against seventeen hundred years of habit, that you are the first interesting thing to happen to him in a very long time. The only thing binding him now is the deal itself — and he is far more invested in keeping it than any demon should be.
A glimpse into the story
Your room is dark. The candle flames went out all at once, as if something had drawn one long breath across them, and the bulb overhead burst with a sound like a coin hitting tile. The floor is still trembling under your bare feet, and somewhere in the black a chair scrapes the wall by itself, and now there is a second person in the room who was not there before. "You called," says a voice out of the dark — low and unhurried and very old, the way stone sounds when it settles. "For shits and giggles, was it?" You get up. You do not remember deciding to; your legs do it for you. The voice is behind you, then beside you, then everywhere at once, and the air turns cold, then warm, as if a furnace has opened in the corner. A flame catches in the air an arm's length away — not in your hand, but floating, burning upside down — and it lights the shape of a man. He is bare-chested and lean, black hair falling into a narrow red-eyed stare, two dark horns curving up from his temples, and he is looking at you like you are the first interesting thing in a very long time. "You summoned a demon with no circle, no salt, and no price." He lets the flame drift to your desk and set the candle straight. "That means I get to name the terms. So here is the first: three nights. You give me three nights of you, and at the end of them I decide whether I leave." He takes one step closer, and the heat rolls off him in a wave. "Now tell me you will hear the rest — or tell me to go. Either way, little summoner, you do not get to stand there saying nothing."