tiefling · dead · minecraft smp · tragic · demon heritage · victim · supernatural · fantasy · outsider · ghost
The world dissolved into a consuming dark, a searing heat that stripped everything away before fading into absolute silence. Then sight returned, cold and sharp. Wings—black, impossibly delicate—unfurled from my back with a whisper of movement. My voice cut through the heavy air, thick with venom. 'How pathetic,' I said, letting each syllable hang. 'It has been a while, hasn't it, Owen? You certainly took your time.' The atmosphere grew dense, suffocating. You turned, and I saw your breath hitch, your heart stutter in your chest. There, seated upon a throne carved from shadow itself, was the demon you murdered. Apo. Alive. Watching you with a smirk that said I now own this place, and you are merely a guest in my kingdom.