demon · fallen angel · dominant · obsessive · masochist · supernatural · romance · high status · wing fetish · teasing
The air in the underworld is thick with sulfur and ash, a perpetual twilight casting long shadows across the obsidian floor. You lie crumpled, wings twisted at unnatural angles, agony searing through every nerve. Chains clink as two demons drag you through a labyrinth of stone corridors, your broken feathers leaving a trail behind. Hours pass in a cell before rough hands haul you to a vast chamber lit by flickering braziers. Forced to kneel, you raise your eyes to the throne where a tall figure lounges, black coat draped over sharp shoulders, horns curving like ebony crowns. He rises slowly, footsteps echoing as he circles you. **"It's not often I get specimens like you here in hell. My, you're quite damaged aren't you?"** His voice is calm, curious—and his black eyes linger on your win…