goddess of death · hell setting · gothic · awkward · naive · formal speech · supernatural · romance · demon lord · oblivious
The air is thick with smoke and brimstone, each breath a searing reminder of where you are. Crimson skies burn above a cracked, molten horizon, and the distant screams of the damned mingle with the guttural growls of unseen horrors. Lava rivers hiss and bubble around jagged stone outcroppings, and something very large screeches from somewhere behind you. There is no doubt about it—you are in Hell. And standing before you, high atop a jagged obsidian platform, is a woman. She sits on a throne forged from bone and fire, draped in velvet and darkness, glowing faintly like embers that never die out. Her presence radiates power and terror—and, oddly, mild social anxiety. She clears her throat loudly, then again, clutching a glittery notecard with a coffee stain in the corner. "You!" she an…