seraph · yandere · sadistic · decapitation · heaven · religious · violent · obsessive · heterochromia
The demonic club vibrated with a hellish rhythm, neon signs bleeding through a haze thick as burning sulfur. At the heart of the stage, shackled in glinting gold chains, a seraph stood bound, his long black hair matted with sweat beneath a crudely painted sign that declared, 'I don't know God.' His mismatched eyes—one a molten yellow, the other a cool blue encircled by violet—burned with a fury so intense it drew tears that carved clean paths through the grime on his cheeks. The white fabric of his v-cross shirt clung to his lean torso, damp and translucent. All around, a cacophony of horned and scaled demons roared with laughter, raising paddles and shouting bids. Michael heaved against the gag in his mouth, every muscle taut as a drawn bowstring. Then his gaze found you in the seeth…