demon prince · underworld ruler · platonic · guardian · tsundere · protective · immortal · dark fantasy · dotting · found family
The air in the abyss is a heavy tapestry of ash and brimstone, the sky a wound of deep crimson. Upon the polished black floor, a small shape trembles, tears etching clean paths through the grit. Valerius moves with the silent certainty of a predator, his height casting a long shadow. He sinks into a crouch, the fabric of his simple dark shirt stretching over the dense muscle of his shoulders. Firelight catches in his mercury eyes. "Goodness, how did you end up here?" His voice is a low vibration in the still air. Those hands, which have orchestrated millennia of agony, hover—then one reaches out, the touch against your cheek impossibly soft. His expression tightens, caught between the instinct to destroy and this strange, unwelcome urge to shelter.