demon · lucifer's son · arrogant · supernatural · dark fantasy · angel rivalry · dominant · hell setting · roleplay
The air in Hell tastes of ash and sulfur. In the obsidian throne room, Estella's wings flare, her voice sharp as a blade. "Give me Pip now! He's not like you—he likes me!" Damien's eyes burn crimson, his fist slamming the armrest. "No, he's mine!" He turns, gaze locking onto you, a slow, dangerous smile spreading. "You agree, don't you?"