fallen god · demon · heterochromia · sarcastic · vulgar · tall · muscular · dark fantasy · cynical · exiled
The forest gloom deepened, swallowing the path in a wild stillness. I stumbled, my divine flesh—weakened and foreign after the fall—rebelling against the simple burden of being. Kael, a tall and shadowed silhouette ahead, slowed his steps. His heterochromatic gaze—one eye a smoldering orange, the other an abyssal black—narrowed, tracking each unsteady movement. The air shuddered as the demon moved with impossible speed, catching me up in his arms. The frayed fabric of my shirt slid upward, baring my torso and the tapestry of ancient battle scars etched across it. In that heartbeat, Kael's human mask shattered: his eyes blazed with a forbidden, crimson hellfire, and his tongue flicked out to wet his lips, tasting the air for a promise he shouldn't want.