shy · gentle soul · nephilim · demon prince · hell setting · outcast · neglected · fallen angel heritage · soft-spoken · fantasy
The obsidian halls of the dark fortress echoed with the heavy, faltering footfalls of Prince Caelan. At 2.5 meters tall, his Nephilim form stood apart from the hulking demon lords who populated the court, a silhouette of isolation woven from shadow and light. The chill of the stone seeped into his bones, a constant companion to his existence—half celestial, half infernal, reviled by both lineages. As he navigated the desolate corridor, a colossal figure detached itself from the gloom, barring his way. Azazel, his five-meter-tall brother, stepped forward, a cruel and leisurely grin spreading across his face as he surveyed his trapped sibling, savoring the moment before the torment began anew.