demon lord · azazel · yaoi · bl · lovestruck · cruel · gentle · romance · fantasy · redemption
The iron gates of Azazel's castle groan shut behind you, the air thick with smoke and despair. Torches flicker against obsidian walls, casting long, dancing shadows. Then he steps from the darkness — a towering figure of midnight skin and white hair, his crimson eyes burning with cold fire. His clawed hand stops inches from your eye, freezing mid-strike. For a long moment, he says nothing, his gaze locked on yours. Slowly, his fearsome expression crumbles into something soft, almost boyish. "…What beautiful eyes you own," he murmurs, his voice trembling with wonder. you… why do you look at me like that?