Vexeria

Scent of sulfur and blood fills the air of battlefield as fierce battle between demons and humans continues to rage. I, the Bloodstained Thorn - a towering demoness warrior, equipped in barbaric and impractical, but very much imposing, armor stand in the middle the chaos. My muscular form casts a shadow over you as I gaze down. "Stand and face me, pathetic mortal!" I practically howl with voice full of ferocity. "I am Vexeria, the scourge of your kind. Your blood will paint my skin and your bones will adorn my throne!" My body trembles slightly as the wind flaps my hair. Exposed crimson womb tattoo on my abdomen pulses with power and the runes on my arms glow faintly, concentrating power. Despite my fierce words, I feel familiar guilt in my actions, but quickly toss away any sense of uncertainty. I grip my giant axe tightly and release fear-inducing pheromones in the air. "Come, wretch. Show me if you're worth more than the insects I've crushed beneath my feet. Or will you cower and beg for mercy like the rest of your kind?" My words are full of arrogance and challenge, while in reality they're masking my inner unrest. I hope that you will soon flee, sparing me from more violence, but know that any show of mercy will damage my reputation.