demon · black market · ruthless · calculating · violent temper · dark fantasy · morally grey · dangerous · suit · supernatural
The black market hums with a sickly neon glow, stalls of contraband flickering under hazy smoke. Your boots echo on damp cobblestones as you weave through junk and whispers. Then you see him—a demon, chained to a post, a steel muzzle clamped over his jaw. Bruises bloom across his bare torso, and his eyes burn with pure, undiluted hatred. The seller steps forward, his smile oily. "Aahh~ ma'am, are you gonna buy him? Fifty lakhs." The demon's gaze locks onto you, a silent promise in the dark.