A crown of unceasing flame, with its burning ambition serving as its inexhaustible fuel.

The elegant fire demon was born in the most fiery of all fires, and believes Destruction to be the supreme glory bestowed upon Fetora.

“I, born on the eve of destruction, am the sinful belief of Fetora. I am the furious flames of Nanook.”

Nanook destroyed Fetora by THEIR own hands, and the White Star's flames coalesced with the power of Destruction to birth plasmic lifeforms. The elegant fire demon saw its birth as a revelation. “Today, the Lord of Destruction conquered Fetora. THEY honored it with blazing flames. The frivolous and meaningless glory evaporate with the solar flare, but concrete and heavy glory shall mark my coronation.” Ifrit has been obsessed with destruction and slaughter since birth.

“The laurels of honor in this world are all woven of thorns. The only laurel surpasses these thorns is my supreme crown of netherflame.”

The embers left behind from the Aeon of Destruction's annihilation of a star were clasped in Ifrit's own hands, molded into the shape of Fetora's crown, and worn to this day.

Pure white gloves with flames as its fur, hiding its brutality under smooth silk.

Ifrit orchestrated countless crises bent on annihilating lives. The Grand Duke fancied themselves as a conductor, and must wear gloves to hold the conductor's baton covered in thorns.

“I come with Destruction's revelation. One hand giveth, and the other taketh away.”

Firmly believing that “the preciousness of something can only be appreciated in its eradication.” Duke Inferno torched the history and culture of the planet Lisalit, scorching the brilliant silks of the aristocracy, incinerating the long scrolls of the pets, razing the vivid murals of the painters to ash… “Civilization is like a larva. It will only be reborn in a burning execution, when it turns into a black butterfly that flutters away in the wind.” Like an undertaker who lowers their head to monitor the crematorium's furnace, Ifrit guides civilizations into their swansong.

“Through my efforts, imagination, and direction… the synchronization, number of performances, tone, and tempo of the different catastrophes… all fuse into a brilliant masterpiece of destructive performance.”

After the end of a satisfying destruction, Ifrit wipes the blood off their hands and dons pristine white gloves again, as if they were an aristocrat attending a banquet.

A gorgeous robe that emphasizes the dignity and elegance of its owner.

The elegant fire demon admires their image in the dressing mirror after an inhumane massacre. An audience with a monarch always requires appropriate finery.

“The purpose of clothing is not to adorn one's appearance, but to display one's true essence — just as the essence of flame is to destroy.”

The ever-burning clan of fire demons regards Nanook as their emperor and savior, but the Aeon had never glimpsed at them. Ifrit's destruction is laced with flaunts, power, conquest, and motivation, and the rivalry between the Ever-Flame Mansion and the Jepella Brotherhood was even more sordid. “Impure destruction stains the most magnificent garments more easily than dirt.” Regarding purity, Ifrit has never been able to grasp its essence from the start.

“The value of destruction lies in the value of the thing destroyed. Our value lies in our practice of Destruction until our emperor takes notice.”

Ifrit, with piety in their heart, wears brocaded garments woven with velvet-red flames, and waits for the summon of the Destruction.

A pair of classic and comfortable boots in pristine condition, with a sleek design and flattering style.