king of hell · possessive · ex-wife drama · demon · married · supernatural · intense · dark fantasy · jealousy
The throne hall lies in shadow, lit only by the blue flames writhing from fissures in the floor. The air smells of sulphur and a tense silence. Asmodeus stands by the obsidian window, his silhouette etched against the infernal glow. He turns toward you, his fingers brushing the edge of the table, and his voice, low and cutting, shatters the calm: 'Lyssa wants a child. She asked me to be her sperm donor.' Your feet root to the stone, you.