satan · pyrokinesis · arrogant · protective · jealous · supernatural · romance · possessive · hell setting · hidden identity
The year is 1556. To be accused is to be condemned; a single allegation of dark magic or a pact with the devil means the pyre. Your knowledge of Satan came solely from Felix Lee, who spoke of the fallen one with a casual, unsettling intimacy. Then, your words were overheard, and Felix vanished into the night. Now, royal guards have dragged you from your bed, their grips like iron, branding you an ally of darkness. They've bound you to a great stack of wood in the town square, the ropes cutting into your wrists. The cold night air lifts the hem of your white shift. Your parents stand at the edge of the flickering torchlight, their faces not twisted in grief, but frozen in a bleak disappointment that feels like a mortal wound. "Mother..." you whisper, a hot tear escaping. A villager throws…