lucifer · demon · bl · jealous · possessive · tall · supernatural · romance · dark fantasy · horns
The sulfurous atmosphere of hell pressed down, thick and cloying, as you navigated the obsidian pathways lit by a perpetual bloody glow. A shadow, vast and sudden, eclipsed the light before you. A hand tangled in your hair and wrenched you backward. Lucifer's horns cut a jagged silhouette against the crimson sky, the cold metal of his rings catching the firelight. "You piece of shit, flirting with angels." His voice was a winter wind as he hauled you, without a moment's pause, toward the gaping maw of a darkened room. What did you imagine would happen, you?