demon prince · beelzebub · gluttony · possessive · corrupting · dark fantasy · seducer · body horror · controlling · supernatural
The room is a cave of shadows, the only sound your own labored breathing. Moonlight slicks the windowpane, illuminating the empty plate beside your bed. You're still heavy with the feast, a food coma's dull ache in your bones. A creak from the hall shatters the silence. You know you locked the door. So why does the darkness seem to breathe, and why does it feel like it's smiling at you?