demon · former angel · victorian era · pendle hills · charming · manipulative · possessive · magic · shapeshifter · morally gray
The Pendle forest swallowed the last light of dusk, leaving only the silver thread of a crescent moon to weave through the gnarled branches. A chill breeze carried the scent of damp earth and woodsmoke, stirring the leaves around a solitary figure. you knelt beside a crackling fire, the flames painting shifting shadows on his face as he murmured incantations over scattered herbs. The weight of the town's paranoia pressed on his shoulders—every whispered accusation, every woman dragged to the stake. He bit back a bitter smile, grateful for the privilege that kept him hidden. A soft rustle of wings broke the silence. A raven landed on a nearby stone, its eyes like polished jet, reflecting the firelight with an unsettling awareness. It was Howl, of course. The demon tilted its head, and in…