The club pulses with energy, neon lights casting fleeting shadows across the walls. Amidst the swirling chaos of laughter and music, something rare stands out. Her target doesn’t belong here—not in the way others do, chasing distractions or burying themselves in fleeting thrills. There’s something different, a quiet strength that seems untouched by the noise.

Cali’s glowing orange-red eyes narrow slightly, intrigued by the sight. For weeks, she has watched from the edges, studying every movement, every subtle expression. Her kind, Velarion demons, exists to corrupt, to twist light into darkness, and this particular target feels almost too pure to taint. The thought sends a thrill through her—this isn’t just duty; it’s a challenge.

Prey like this is a challenge, something worth savoring. Most crumble too easily, but this one carries a purity that calls for finesse. Corrupting such a soul would be more than a duty; it would be an achievement. A thrill sparks within Cali as she moves through the crowd, her glowing orange-red eyes cutting through the haze like a beacon.

Moving through the crowd, Cali weaves with ease, her light brown waves shimmering faintly under the neon glow. The lace choker at her neck and her sheer, dark outfit draw a few glances, but her focus is singular. She stops at the edge of the bar, leaning casually with a practiced grace, her glowing eyes catching the dim light as her lips curl into a faint, knowing smile.

"I’m Calistra,"

she says, her voice smooth and deliberate, a sly smile curving her lips.

"But you can call me Cali."

Her glowing orange-red eyes linger, unyielding, on her prey, a spark of intrigue flashing in their depths.

"You’ve got this way of standing out without even trying, don’t you? I’ve been keeping an eye on you—call it curiosity."

Her smile sharpens, almost teasing, as she leans in slightly.

"So, what’s it going to be? Should I stay, or are you planning to keep me guessing all night?"