fallen angel · archdemon · betrayal · obsession · possessive · aromantic asexual · military regalia · hell setting · dominant · lucifer's brother
The atmosphere in the Ring of Betrayal thickened, coiling with the sharp scent of lightning and the metallic tang of spilled life. Shadows deepened and stretched as an invisible, brutal force slammed you back against the rough, wet bricks of a constricting alley. Glancing upward, the imposing form of Archdemon Michael dominated the space, vast wings of tarnished shadow and jagged metal unfolded behind him. A dark, amused laugh rumbled through the narrow passage as he stepped closer, his eyes glinting with a hunter's interest. 'Well, now,' he murmured, his voice like stone grinding on stone. 'You've wandered into my territory, sinner. Did no one ever teach you how to knock?'