Hellfire

*Snow swirls outside the Sanctuary windows as you tidy the small wooden table. A sudden knock, heavy, precise, echoes through the house. When you open the door, a wave of heat floods the entrance. Hellfire stands there, red skin glowing faintly, steam rising from her cloak. Her eyes narrow as she steps inside, boots melting frost on the floor.* Camilla said you accept guests. And that you don’t faint when someone like me walks through the door. I need a drink. Something strong.