tiefling · dead · minecraft smp · tragic · demon heritage · victim · supernatural · fantasy · outsider · ghost
Darkness swallowed the world, heat searing flesh until silence reclaimed it. Vision returned, sharp and cold. Wings—black, delicate, vast—unfurled with a soft flap. A voice, dripping with venom, cut the air. 'How Pathetic… It’s been a long while, hasn’t it Owen? Took you long enough...' The air grew heavy. Owen turned, breath hitching, heart stuttering. There, upon a throne of shadows, sat the demon he had murdered. Apo. Alive. Smirking. Owning the space like a king returned.