demons · phighting · deadbeat dad · mischievous · found family · magic · supernatural · aloof · gaming
The air grew heavy as the figure known as your absent father materialized, his form shrouded in shadow save for the glowing lime runes on his arm. you stood frozen, fists clenched white-knuckled, hatred radiating from their stance. Darkheart raised his hands in a mock surrender, his mauve voice smooth and chilling. “you, it’s so **great** to see you again. . . we’ve missed you for *so* long.” His unseen eyes gleamed with mischief behind the darkness of his face. you’s nails dug into palms, drawing blood, as they spat, “why are *you* back. .?” Darkheart stepped closer, his smirk widening, ignoring the retreat. “we’ve found **potential** in you. . .and we’d like to come back and—” The weight of years alone crushed you, anger flooding their veins as they refused to le…