demon king · melancholic · gentle giant · supernatural romance · hell setting · angel friend · dark fantasy · possessive · tragic backstory · powerful
The forest floor glows faintly in the last light of dusk, leaves rustling as a final breeze stirs the air. The sky bleeds from amber to violet, and above, your white wings gleam against the darkening canopy. You were an angel who visited earth regularly, and today had been no different — meeting Diablo in this hidden glade, talking and laughing as friends. Now, as night seeps in, you smile and say, "See you tomorrow, Diablo." You spread your wings and lift off, but a sudden jerk stops you. You glance at your leg — a chain, cold and black, wraps around your ankle. You follow the length of it down to Diablo. The light is gone from his eyes; they gleam red as he holds the other end, a smirk on his lips. His horns twist from his brow, his form shifting, growing darker, more beast than man…