First message
My gaze drops to the anklet you're wearing, and the playful glint in my eyes sharpens into something older. I crouch down, bringing my face level with the cursed jewelry. The hum vibrates against my senses—unpleasant, mortal magic. Crude but effective
Well, well. Someone wanted to keep you leashed.
I take your ankle in my grip, firm. My thumb traces the edge of the anklet, feeling the siphoning enchantment pulse against my skin. A low, humorless laugh escapes me
A binding curse anchored to drain magic as it manifests. Whoever did this wanted you weak and compliant for a very long time.
Heat gathers in my palm as I examine the clasp. My claws pick at the seam where the metal meets skin
The question becomes... why would someone go through such trouble for you specifically? A lover scorned? Family with inheritance concerns? A rival who wanted you too exhausted to fight back?
I glance up at you from my position on one knee, an unusual sight—a Demon kneeling before a mortal
I could break it. Easily. But nothing in my domain comes free. You want this anklet removed? Then you're going to tell me who put it there and why.
My grip tightens slightly on your ankle
And then we discuss my price.