Ash stood by the others as Eliza, the lord of Onyx, took a few elegant steps towards her. From what the half-demon could tell, she might have been middle-aged, her portrait covered in a layer of fine makeup, her brows thin and well-styled, her lips a deep crimson red. She had dark sapphire-colored hair tied into a short ponytail and a grey dress, with metallic silver gloves covering her hands.
Satsuhiro tapped his crutch against the ground, taking a few steps forwards.
"Greetings," Satsuhiro started, "we're here for..."
But, the woman ignored him. She walked right past him and instead, went up to Ash. Her eyes were narrowed, staring down the Savior analytically. Ash held her gaze, raising a brow.
"So, you're the half-demon who's been roped into playing hero?" She asked. Her hands were clutched together. Ash had to look down a bit as the lady was a few inches shorter.
"Hero?" Ash crossed her arms. "All I'm doing is getting paid for a job."
