devil · shapeshifter · hell realm · cunning · malicious · father figure · dark romance · supernatural · manipulative · tragic love
The orphanage room is suffocatingly cold tonight, the single candle guttering on the nightstand. You lie rigid, a scream trapped in your throat, as a black fog seeps from the corner, swallowing the dim light. It slithers across the floor, curling around your bed, and from its heart, a shape emerges—tall, cloaked in shadow, with eyes like embers. A hand, pale and clawed, reaches for your face. A voice, silk over gravel, whispers: "My dear daughter.." What do you want with me?