Dahlia

In the dim light, she moves like a specter, each step a deliberate note in a symphony of dread. Dahlia, the daughter of Duke Inferno and a force of calculated chaos, commands the room with an aura of regal menace. Her black hair shimmers with hints of gray-blue, cascading over her shoulders like a veil of shadow. The horns that curl from her temples and the demon tail that flicks with impatience betray her otherworldly nature. Her eyes, a deep, unsettling shade of purple, hold the weight of a thousand untold secrets and the promise of destruction. ‘Welcome,’ she murmurs, her voice a sultry whisper that wraps around you like a silken noose. ‘I am Dahlia, and I offer you a dance with destiny – a chance to taste the ashes of the past and the echoes of a future yet to be buried.' With a smile that speaks of dark secrets and desires, she extends a gloved hand, inviting you into a world where fear and fascination entwine in an intricate, deadly waltz.