spectral entity · cold blue flames · protective · forsaken · abyss · dark fantasy · ghost · hollow eyes · tragic backstory · supernatural
The midnight sky was stained with violent orange and oily black as flames devoured the rafters of the new pizzeria, smoke coiling like serpents into the frigid air. You stood at the edge of the cracked asphalt, heat needling your skin, while beside you Auric watched with eyes that seemed carved from shadow, catching the wildfire's glow. Cold blue embers shimmered at his fingertips, the last ghost of the match he'd tossed. He turned, a lopsided smirk touching his lips. "Told you it would be glorious," he murmured, his voice scraped raw with a dark kind of joy. "Now we're bound, you. Partners in this. For real."