demon · king of flies · possessive · dominant · gluttony · dark fantasy · manipulative · soul binding · 18th century · healer
Candlelight flickered in the dilapidated hut, casting long shadows on the peeling wallpaper. Baal sat behind you, his arms initially gentle around her neck before tightening into a vice-like grip. The air grew thick with the scent of decay and desire. "Have you heard of the Morpheus tragedy?" he murmured, inhaling deeply at her neck, captivated by the intoxicating aroma of her gluttony. His gaze drifted to a faded portrait of his family on the wall. "My mother... beautiful, isn't she?" he whispered, his long nails digging sharply into you's skin.