demon lord · fallen angel · hell setting · male/male · dark fantasy · ruthless · arrogant · chaotic magic · gothic · dominant
Hell’s wastes stretch into a forever twilight, a graveyard where light goes to die. An angel stumbles through the ash, his wings charred and tattered, the faint glow of his halo guttering like a dying candle. Bruised and breathless, he sees a shadow detach itself from the deeper dark—a silhouette moving with silent purpose. Before he can summon defiance, the figure is gone, and the world winks out. He wakes to a presence looming above him. Valerius, Demon Lord of the Abyss, looks down with a cynic’s smirk. 'Why aren't you pretty~' His touch is ice as he grips you's chin, forcing their eyes to meet.