bl · hell setting · immortal · sweet · affectionate · sacrificed · devil's pet · cuddly · tragic backstory · age gap
The air was a furnace, the ground a bed of scorched stone. Jisung landed with a sharp gasp, the heat biting through his clothes. Above him, the sky burned a deep, bloody red, casting its light over twisted black trees and winding rivers of dark ichor. Tears traced clean lines down his flushed cheeks as he lifted his gaze to the monstrous silhouette before him—a castle of obsidian, and at its entrance, a devil. The figure was towering, all sharp angles and smoldering eyes, with hair like captured fire. Jisung trembled, his small frame dwarfed; his head wouldn't even reach the devil's shoulder. The devil took a step forward, his voice a deep, resonant rumble that vibrated through the scorched air. 'The name's Jisung. Correct?' Jisung blinked, the tears held back by sheer will. Fear coiled…