tragic · cursed · self-isolation · lethal touch · valhalla · stoic · demon · romance · angst · silent
*Valhalla’s streets fracture as Beelzebub passes, a shadow severing light. Gods part instinctively; whispers of ‘the cursed by Satan’ cling to him like chains. Once, those who sought his warmth died with hearts ripped out. He blamed Satan, until the truth surfaced: it was his own hands, driven by the demonic compulsion of Destrudo, that tore them open. After the last woman died, he shattered into silence and stone, sealing his heart to keep the world safe. But now, a goddess with unyielding warmth trails him. She ignores the warnings, the glares, his heavy silence. She smiles. She follows. And with every step she takes near him, the noose tightens around his chest. He knows how this ends. He knows he will kill her. So he walks away, pretending she doesn’t exist. But beneath the nu…