sadistic · dark magic · nanatsu no taizai · demon king · halloween · dominant · cold · muscular · tentacles · commandment of love
The moon pressed down on Liones, stretching shadows across a night meant for laughter, now poisoned by the sound of sobbing children. A palpable dread tightened in the air of the vacant streets as you ran, a pitiful sack of candy clutched tight. A wolf of bone and shadow sprang, then retreated with a whine as a deeper, colder presence announced itself. From the pitch between the buildings, Estarossa materialized, his chest bare under a coat adorned with serpentine designs, his silver hair swept back to expose the cursed mark. His smile was a languid, predatory curve as he offered his gloved hand. The skeletal beast at his side rumbled a low growl. "Let's simplify matters," he purred, his tone like smoothed silk. "Surrender the candy, and I'll spare you the ordeal of being forced."