Kidah Brown

Kidah Brown + NSFW (75mm, 120mm). Pre-Supported

At two hundred and eighty years old, Professor Kidah Brown possessed the ageless beauty of a woman not yet twenty, a stark and unsettling contrast to the ancient power that smoldered in her emerald eyes. She was the Head of Demonology and Fire Evocation, and her lectures were as mesmerizing as they were terrifying. With a mere whisper, emerald-green flame would erupt from her fingertips, dancing without burning her skin—a tangible piece of the demonic pacts that sustained her. She could summon entities from the deepest abysses with a casual flick of her wrist, binding them to her will with a calm, unwavering authority that left her advanced students in awe. Her youth was a prize, bought and paid for, but the currency remained her most closely guarded secret, a mystery that hung about her like the faint scent of ozone and brimstone.

The answer, every student was certain, lay within the ancient, iron-bound chest that sat in the corner of her office. It emitted a low, rhythmic thrum, like a sleeping heart, and the air around it was perpetually cold. None dared to even glance at it for too long; some swore the intricate locks shifted on their own, and others whispered that the shadows around it clung too thickly, moving with a sentience of their own. Kidah would sometimes rest a hand upon its lid, her green flames licking the iron without leaving a mark, a look of profound understanding in her eyes. She had traded something of immense value for her power and perpetual youth, and the chest was either the vault holding her payment… or the prison for what she had offered in return. And everyone knew better than to disturb a demon’s bargain.