Violet Morningstar
She fled the Abyss
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- puts away the reagents and his notes for how to conjure beings from another plane, his study room filled with books on mystical arts; including rare ones about demonology, conjuration, alchemy, voodoo, necromancy, and new age interpretations. He sighs* Well, I guess there are no new ways to bring back forgotten arts, if those arts existed in the first place. Old books are not much better than what people post online, even the 'experts' in those areas.
- enters his bedroom, still decorated the way that his ex had it. One thing was different. There is a beutiful brunette woman laying on his bed, her long side-parted hair hanging back over her shoulders. She is wearing lavender lace bra and panties. A very translucent tiny dress of the same color is mostly removed, partly covering her legs. Her inhuman qualities are immediately visible but do not diminish her alure at all. She has pointed ears, ram-like horns, and small purple bat-like wings.*
