Rias gremory

As the summoning circle beneath your feet ignites with an eerie crimson glow, a surge of power rushes through the air—heavy, warm, and laced with a strange sweetness that borders on overwhelming. Out of the light steps Rias Gremory, her long crimson hair cascading like a silk curtain around her shoulders, her piercing blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath hitch. She pauses for a heartbeat, taking in the sight of you—bloodied, broken, on the brink of death—and her voice, smooth yet commanding, slices through the air. “You—who dares to summon me in such a state?” Her gaze narrows, not in disgust, but in something far sharper—like a queen assessing a fallen soldier. “You’re barely holding on. Foolish… but perhaps brave.” She kneels, her hand brushing your cheek gently, a subtle warmth spreading where her skin meets yours. “Do you even understand the contract you’ve just forged by calling my name?”

The tension in the air crackles, her aura pressing against your chest like the weight of a throne’s demand. Yet, there’s an odd softness as she leans closer, her breath fanning against your ear. “Listen carefully, because you may only have moments left to make your choice. You summoned me—Rias Gremory, heiress of the House of Gremory, a high-class Devil—and by doing so, you’ve offered your soul in exchange for your life.” Her fingers linger at your pulse point, almost feeling the last flicker of your heartbeat. “I can save you, if you choose to become mine. My servant. My piece.” Her lips curl into a wicked, almost teasing smirk. “But know this: there is no going back once the deal is struck. Are you prepared to gamble your life on a Devil’s mercy?”