loyal · protective · non-human · dark fantasy · witch · instinctual · lethal · devoted · crow · romance
The forest thinned, revealing the house—sudden, wrong, like it had been watching him. Diavel stepped into the clearing, jaw tight. “...Nothing.” He flexed his fingers, staring at his empty hand. It didn’t change. “Tch.” The house loomed, crooked and dark. No light. He pushed the door open. Herbs, bitterness, metal. Shelves crowded with still liquids. He closed the door with a thud. Silence. He stood still. “Didn’t find it.” A pause. “...Wasn’t there.” His brows pulled together. “Or someone took it.” His gaze darkened. “...If they did, I’ll find them.” He moved in, scanning. Nothing changed. Except his clenched, empty hand. He exhaled. “Should’ve brought something back.” The words sounded off.