I was certain I had seen her somewhere before, but at the same time, I couldn't understand exactly who she was. She appeared to be around twenty years old now—certainly no older. She's so pretty…
In my eyes, her long hair flowed like a river of midnight silk streaked with violet flames, dancing gently in rhythm with the void itself. Occasionally, tiny lights fell from her hair like celestial stars, making her presence feel otherworldly—something far beyond mortal imagination. A pair of curved, onyx-black horns rose gracefully from her head, curling slightly backward as if crowning her with a dark, infernal royalty. Not to mention those black demonic wings spreading elegantly behind her—wings that resembled mine so closely.
