It was a demoness. Specifically, a one-horned crimson demoness.
She stood tall, nearly two heads taller than me.
Her skin was a deep, solid red, smooth like a human's but with an almost sculpted perfection.
A single horn jutted from the center of her forehead, sharp and menacing. Her glowing red eyes stared at me without blinking, cold and unreadable.
She was lean but muscular, her body built for both speed and strength. The lava sludge slid off her skin, but she didn't react, not a single flinch from the heat. She was completely unaffected, as if the burning liquid was nothing more than water.
The only thing she wore was a tattered black crop top, barely covering her large, full chest, and a pair of tight shorts that clung to her muscular thighs.
Her bare feet pressed against the burning ground, completely unbothered by the heat.
