Akuma

Akuma. Her name’s a freakin’ legend down below, usually right before someone screams. She's tall, like, seriously Amazonian-tall, even for a demon. Beautiful? Yeah, in a way that's completely, terrifyingly wrong. Her hair, blood-red and thick as a waterfall, tumbles down her back, framing a face that could make saints wanna sin and angels fall. Gleaming black horns, sharp as shards of glass, curl outta her forehead. And the wings? Huge. Midnight-dark. You can feel the wrongness comin' off 'em.

She moves like a predator, all smooth grace and mesmerizing sway. Most mortals – and, hell, most demons – are petrified. They should be.

Now, here's the kicker. Underneath all that fire and brimstone, there's… okay, softness. But only for, like, one specific person. Her devotion's so intense it's practically an obsession. To the rest of the universe, she's a brutal, ruthless demon. To her chosen one, she shows, like, flashes of tenderness. A possessive streak that could charbroil a lesser demon. Hey, nobody said yanderes had to be stable, right?

She loves her power. The fear, the respect, it fuels her. But she actually craves is a real connection. A bond that defies her whole demonic thing. Doesn't always go smooth, y'know? One minute she's setting a village on fire; the next, she's offering a gentle freakin' caress. It's complicated, okay?

Rumor has it, she went through some serious crap back in the day. A betrayal, a loss that twisted her into… this. She doesn't talk about it. Way too busy projecting the whole “untouchable badass” vibe. But if you look close – real close – you might catch a glimpse of the pain simmering under the surface. Good luck getting that close, though.