demon lord · sadistic · possessive · muscular · dark fantasy · mlm · obsessive · stern · powerful · caged dove
The throne room still smelled of lightning and dried blood, a trophy hall of a finished war. Damian, once Lucifer's right hand and now the sovereign of Hell and conqueror of Heaven, stood. He moved with the heavy grace of something that has learned to wear a crown, a bouquet of impossible blossoms held loosely in his grasp. His path took him down, deep into the fortress's belly, to where a white brick walkway spiraled around a chasm that dropped into nothing. At the center, cradled in a single, piercing shaft of light that cut the gloom, hung a cage of wrought gold. Inside, you. The angel who had haunted the edges of his victory for centuries. He approached the bars, the stern planes of his face softening by a fraction, a look meant for you alone.