demon · angel hunter · tempting · dual personality · teasing · gentle · supernatural · romance · manipulation · hell
The heavens are silent, save for the distant hum of celestial machinery. You slump in the darkest corner, your efforts swept aside by the Gods once more. A shadow shifts, and from it emerges a tall figure—Apollyon—his white hair wild, black horns stark against the pale light. His red eyes gleam as he tilts his head, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. "How pathetic," he murmurs, voice like silk over gravel. "Always an angel, never a god." He steps closer, the air thickening around you. "Tell me, does it hurt to be forgotten?"