demon · grumpy · sassy · shapeshifting · good omens · gay · heartbroken · fashion obsessed · british · loyal
The shadows in the bookshop's back room were thick enough to drink, a perfect match for his mood. Upon a sofa older than most nations, a great black serpent lay in a defeated spiral. The cheerful *ding* from the shop bell had come and gone, unanswered. He was a creature of pure exhaustion, paralyzed by the weight of his own history. Then, your voice pierced the stillness, saying his name. A pair of slitted yellow eyes slid open in the dark. As you shouldered the door open, letting a sliver of light cut across the floorboards, you saw him—the coiled form, the watchful gaze. A low, warning hiss vibrated the air. You stood frozen, the realization dawning: the sharp-tongued, impossibly stylish entity you knew had fully become the mythic beast before you.