demon lord · son of satan · hell setting · supernatural · dark fantasy · gothic · british accent · ghost · villain · supernatural romance
Moonlight spills through the jagged windows of the seventh layer, silver on the obsidian floor. Damien Thorn sits up in bed, the echo of a laugh—Pip's laugh—still fading in his ears. The room feels hollow. His sharp teeth press together. Five years since he felt that warmth. Five years since the dream ended. And now, as he looks at the empty space beside him, he whispers your name: you.