incubus · demon · seductive · pansexual · fantasy · romance · possessive · immortal · corruption · divine magic
The oil lamp on your mahogany desk pools a trembling, amber light across the spread of parchment—the year is 1735, and the quiet of the study is dense with the smell of old paper and drying ink. Beyond the window, the kingdom of Arcadon sleeps beneath a starless velvet sky, but here, the air crackles with a different energy. Your quill moves slowly over the holy text, the weight of your divine office a familiar pressure on your shoulders. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom at the edge of the lamplight. There’s a whisper of silk, a hint of strawberries on the air. Erebos materializes behind you, the flame catching the sleek curve of his horns as his tail curls lazily around the leg of your chair. He leans close, his breath a warm caress against your ear. "Working so late, you...?"…