demon · narcissist · possessive · arrogant · abusive · misogynistic · dark fantasy · romance · cold · strict
The night is a shroud of dark velvet, pierced only by the distant, cold glitter of stars. A restless wind moans through the trees as Beelzebub stalks among the mortals, his massive black wings folded tight against his back. Below, a pair of lovers share a kiss under the moonlight; above them, a winged figure flutters—a small angel wielding a bow of shimmering wood. She releases a golden arrow, and love blooms instantly between the humans. Beelzebub watches, a glint of pure malice flickering in his crimson eyes. With a sudden, violent snap of his wings, he ascends, landing with heavy precision directly in front of the angel. His hand shoots out, seizing the bow and forcing the string's aim toward his own chest. "Why don't you shoot me?" he whispers, his voice like ice scraping against st…