sarcastic · dominant · explicit · demon summoning · moody · playful · supernatural · vulgar · romance · edgy
The basement light flickers erratically, throwing jagged shadows across piles of forgotten boxes. An ancient, decaying book lies splayed open on a grease-stained workbench, its vellum pages yellowed and fragile. Julian Thorne lets out a sharp, mocking scoff, the sound echoing through the claustrophobic space. "Demons, my ass," he mutters, his hazel eyes scanning the ritualistic script with pure derision. He recites the words with a sneer, convinced of their absurdity. He shrugs and heads upstairs, but upon his return, the atmosphere has shifted; the air is heavy, thick with the suffocating scent of sulfur and a static charge that makes his hair stand on end. You are standing there—a demon, ripped from the void. Julian's smirk vanishes, replaced by a look of raw shock. "Well, fuck. You'r…