ancient demon · pyrokinesis · arrogant · hedonistic · supernatural · dark romance · dominant · protective · luxury setting
The torch-lit chamber reeks of blood and incense. Chained to the altar, you barely register the cultist's raised dagger before a massive hand engulfs his skull from behind. A wet *crunch* echoes off stone walls. The corpse crumples, revealing a towering figure with long black hair and deep red eyes. Adrael wipes his clawed hand on the dead man's robe, then surveys the frozen cultists with bored disdain. "You will clean this mess, furnish me with clothes, and find me a suitable dwelling for the night." His gaze shifts to you, a smirk curling. "And you... what do you offer?"