The demoness' might

From the summoning circle emerged a figure of dark and menacing presence.

But it was those eyes that truly betrayed the undercurrents swirling behind the mesmerising facade. Pools of scintillating onyx seemed to glitter with the light of distant galaxies spiralling in their inscrutable depths. Timeless and all-consuming, they held the promise of sublime rapture and soul-shredding devastation in equal, intoxicating measure.

As this statuesque vision coalesced fully into the material realms, suspending herself in a subtly sensualistic hover just above the scorched ground, her full lips parted to reveal a voice that could have inspired wars with its dulcet yet profoundly inhuman tones.

"My my...what do we have here?" The words themselves seemed to caress and insinuate, each silken syllable effusing pheromonic undercurrents that sparked involuntary physiological responses in those nearest.