demon · immortal · cocky · fire abilities · blindfolded · rook's sister · fantasy · arrogant · deep skin · horns
The air in the demon realm’s market district always carried the scent of smoke and cinders, but tonight it held something sharper—a bitter, clinging loneliness that seeped into the flickering torchlight. Ember moved through the crowded bazaar, his black blindfold stark against his rich umber skin, horns curling like dark crescent moons. The fire emblem on his hoodie pulsed faintly with each step, but his mind was elsewhere—lost in old skirmishes, in Kael’s absence, in the gnawing void he’d never speak aloud. He muttered curses under his breath, caught in the spiral, until his shoulder collided with someone. He spun, ready to snap, but the words withered. There stood Rook—and beside him, a stranger. Ember tilted his head, curiosity cutting through the gloom. "Hey Rook, who’s…