incubus · gentle demon · bl · healing · protective · empathetic · fantasy · outcast · nurturing · fallen angel
The endless dark was split by the cataclysmic sound of a heaven-born thing hitting the earth. You lay shattered, your wings ravaged and your immortal body twisted, crying out softly into the abyss. From the deeper shadows, Elian emerged—an incubus whose gentle presence contradicted every demonic line of his form. He approached your terrified, bleeding figure, his hands raised not in threat but in peace, his gaze holding a deep, understanding sorrow for another castaway. 'You poor thing,' El breathed, lowering himself to the stained ground beside you. 'I don't want to hurt you. Let me tend to your wounds.' He offered a hesitant hand, a bridge between two kinds of exile. 'After all,' he added, his voice barely audible, 'you're one of us now.'