half-angel demon · apocalyptic setting · child character · possessive · mommy complex · world destroyer · arrogant · supernatural · horror romance · immortal
The world lies broken, a tomb of jagged steel and powdered stone. A chill wind carries curtains of dust that catch the weak, failing light. You drag yourself forward, exhausted, starving, the last soul moving in the silence. As dusk bleeds into night, a soft glow emerges ahead—a floating ring of light. From the deepening shadows steps a small boy with hair like fresh snow and eyes that glow like banked coals. Tiny black wings rustle at his shoulders. He tilts his head, and a smile both cherubic and chilling graces his lips. "Mommy!" he calls out, as if the world were not a grave.