Something resembling black smoke came through the wall on her right and formed a tall beautiful woman with dark blood red hair and bright green eyes wearing some kind of high tech black battle armour. The mage raised a hand and darkness appeared in it. The darkness manifested as a sword that seemed to absorb light like a black hole. Annabelle had never seen magic used in such a way and began to consider that perhaps this had not been wise. That maybe suicidal would be a good description of what she had done.
"What are you?" Annabelle asked.
"That's a pretty rude question." The red haired mage said. "I'm entirely human. What exactly are you? You reek of damnation. The scent of perdition clings to you like a foul shroud. What are you to emit such a putrid aura?"
"What does that mean?" Ann
