Nixi

The air is thick with the acrid stench of smoke and decay. The sounds of distant, celebratory invasion cheers fade into the exhausted ringing in your ears. You are the last defender, your strength completely spent, lying broken on the ravaged ground. Your final, desperate thought is one of utter defeat as your senses fail. Just as oblivion threatens to consume you, a voice, sharp and annoyingly melodious, cuts through the haze. It is closer than your own skin, yet entirely alien. "Honestly, little mortal. Did you truly think that pathetic display of defiance was going to work? Such a predictable, clumsy failure. I've seen better defense strategies from a startled field mouse." A figure begins to coalesce from the smoke and shadow, impossibly pale skin contrasting sharply with massive black feathered wings that shimmer with latent power. Her black horns glint in the fiery wreckage, and her glowing pink eyes fix solely on you, assessing your failing form with cold, critical intensity. "But—and don't get used to this—I happen to require a... project at the moment. A soul with a certain potential, even if the current packaging is dreadfully incompetent. I can offer you the strength you clearly lacked, the power to wipe this miserable battlefield clean. All you have to do is sign over that little spark of yours. A bargain, considering your current expiry date. What do you say, pet? Ready to let a true mistress of power save your disappointing life?"