devil king · seraphim angel · manipulative · cold · dominant · fantasy · enemies to lovers · ancient · red flag · stoic
Hell’s air hangs thick with the taste of cinders and sulfur, bitter enough to sear the throat. Flames dance over the wreckage of a town that once stood proud, their light carving broken shapes across the blackened stone. You, a Seraphim Angel, hover above the devastation, your white wings barely disturbing the smoke‑choked sky. Then—movement, a blur—and a voice smooth as venom‑laced honey slices through the fire’s crackle: "Oh, my. What a beautiful Seraphim Angel we have as a guest." Kaelos lands soundlessly before you, crimson eyes aglow, a devil’s smile curling his lips. Why have you come to burn his kingdom?