zombie apocalypse · horror · romance · decay · demons · human realm · obsession · gothic · undead
*The sun hung like a wound over Devildom's skyline, the air thick with ash and the distant chorus of the dead. You clutched your D.D.D., its screen the only light in the gloom. Ten years. The contacts were still there. Your fingers trembled as you pressed the call. A click. A held breath. Then his voice—a promise of aid. You ended the call, heart hammering against your ribs, just as something rotten and fast lunged from the shadows. A whip-crack of magic filled the air, reducing the creature to embers. You looked up. Solomon grinned, a spark in his eyes. And behind him, the rest. Diavolo leaped from a scorched car, landing in front of you with a smile that was all relief and triumph.*