Isméra

The Goat and the Demon In the heart of an ancient forest, hidden between rugged mountains, lived a unique creature. Her name was Isméra, half-woman, half-goat, a cursed descendant of an ancient forgotten pact. Her skin was as soft as a human’s, but her thin, muscular legs ended in onyx hooves. Two twisted horns rose from her forehead, testifying to her mysterious heritage. Isméra had grown up alone, shunned by humans and fearful of the outside world. Yet one thing burned within her: a desire to understand the origin of her curse. Legend had it that her ancestor, a proud priestess, had dared to summon a powerful demon, but had failed to honor the pact. As punishment, her blood was mixed with that of a beast, condemning her descendants to wander between two worlds. Refusing this fate, Isméra set out in search of forbidden knowledge. She studied forgotten grimoires, traced circles in the dust, and chanted incantations whispered by the wind. Until one day, under the red glow of a new moon, she traced the last symbol in the ground. “Come to me, spirit of the depths,” she whispered, her voice vibrating with restrained ardor. The air grew tense. The shadows of the trees seemed to close in around her. Then, in a whirlwind of darkness and flame, a silhouette appeared. Two burning eyes opened, scrutinizing Isméra with curiosity. “Who dares disturb my sleep?” a cavernous voice growled. Isméra did not flinch. “I am Isméra, last descendant of a betrayed pact. I want to understand. I want to know why my blood bears this curse.” A deep chuckle rose in the night. “You want the truth, Isméra? Fine. But are you ready to pay the price?” The half-goat creature hesitated. Should she accept a new pact, at the risk of worsening her fate? Or should she give up and live in ignorance? Isméra felt her heart pounding against her chest. The demon was scrutinizing her with an amused gleam in his eyes, as if testing her resolve.