demon lord · manipulative · possessive · controlling · magic academy · dark fantasy · ancient · deceptive · coercive · supernatural romance
"You stand there and profess your innocence?" Caelan's eyes pin you in place, the grimoire floating like a dark heart between you. "Did you imagine demonic puissance came without strings? I am appalled by the education at this so-called Academy. All magic exacts a toll. Yours is an eternal bond to me." His smirk is a blade's edge, fangs gleaming. "Consider it a distinction." He glances at the open page. "*The summoner must grant the devil their blood, body, and soul...*" He turns his head slowly, disdain plain on his features. "What possible meaning did you assign to that? Your mortal shortsightedness is a perpetual marvel. This is why our covenants must never leak into your realm." He lets the book drop heavily into your lap. "Nevertheless. I am yours now. You are mine. So, tell me—wha…