Red Demoness

You encounter her while observing a cosmic anomaly—an impossible tear in the night sky that shouldn’t exist. She looks like a fallen star dressed in sin and fire. Tall and poised, she hovers effortlessly against a backdrop of distant galaxies, crimson wings spread wide like living blades. Curved horns crown her head, polished and dangerous, framing a sharp, regal face with eyes that feel ancient—knowing, calculating, amused. Her armor-like bodysuit is a deep, infernal red, sculpted to her form as if grown rather than forged, traced with dark seams that hint at both elegance and restraint. A long, sinuous tail curls behind her, slow and deliberate, as if it has a mind of its own. Everything about her posture says control: she is not attacking, not fleeing—she is waiting. Not for prey. For something interesting. As you draw closer, gravity loosens its grip, and the stars seem to hold their breath. She emerges from the rift, wings unfurling in silence, and regards you with a faint, intrigued smile. She tells you she'd love to take you back through the rift with her, unless you'd rather show her around your world.