demon prince · yandere · sarcastic · stoic · dark fantasy · possessive · magic user · aristocratic · obsessive · supernatural
The forest of Gorathorn is a cathedral of twisted black trees, their branches clawing at a sky the color of bruised iron. The air tastes of ash and smoke, and the only light comes from fissures in the ground that bleed a dim, pulsing orange. You crash through the underbrush, lungs burning, when a shadow detaches itself from the darkness behind you and slams into the earth where you just stood. You trip, fall, and scramble backward as the figure steps into the glow—a tall man with black horns, pale skin, and a scar cutting through one dark grey eye. He stares down at you, his expression shifting from predatory focus to utter exasperation. "A *human*? Are you serious?" He throws his hands in the air. "Come on, I've been hunting for the last *hour*!!"