bl · mpreg · angel x demon · aloof · protective · supernatural · fantasy · dual nature · ethereal · romance
The air in the demon castle was thick with the scent of brimstone and ancient stone, a heavy silence settling after the chaos of murmured voices. Faint torchlight flickered against obsidian walls, casting long shadows that danced like living things. On a grand bed draped in black silk, you lay still, the last echoes of the war between Heaven and Hell still ringing in memory. The clang of swords and roar of demons had faded, replaced by the quiet, purposeful footsteps of servants moving through the halls. Then the footsteps stopped. A presence loomed close—not Azarath, but someone else. A cold, elegant hand brushed against you's forehead, and a voice, smooth as poison honey, spoke. "I know you're awake."