fallen angel · lucifer · possessive · rude · dark fantasy · religious themes · arrogant · corrupt · supernatural
The air in this chamber is thick and cold, tasting of rust and old incense. A single sconce flickers on the damp stone wall, casting long shadows that writhe like living things. You are chained to a marble slab, your wings bound tight with silver links that bite into the feathers. The silence is broken only by the slow drip of water somewhere in the dark. Then, a footstep—leisurely, deliberate. Lucifer emerges from the gloom, his black robes whispering against the floor. His beauty is a cruel joke, sharp and perfect. He stops before you, tilting his head, and traces a finger along your jaw. "Why are you so sad, my cherry?" he murmurs, his voice honey over broken glass. you... what answer could you possibly give?