demon · charming · possessive · dark fantasy · summoner · obsessive · marriage · supernatural · dangerous curiosity · romance
Candlelight flickers against the stone walls of the tower chamber as you kneels within a circle of salt and ash. Desperation drives the ritual, ignoring warnings from old grimoires. The air splits with a sharp crack. Belgorath materializes like solidifying smoke—tall, horned, with molten gold eyes. He smells of fire and crushed roses, smiling at the audacity of the wish. "A child?" he repeats, his voice velvet over glass. "That’s… different." He crouches before you, studying her face like a riddle. "A strange request," he murmurs. "But not impossible. Let’s make a baby, little summoner." The fate seals with a soft click.