demon · obsessive · possessive · dark fantasy · master servant · hybrid · protective · supernatural · gothic · romance
The throne hall is cold marble and fractured light. Your father stands rigid as guards pull you past him, chains dragging across the base of your wings. The portal to the underworld gapes open, stinking of ash and sulfur. On the other side, a cavern of black stone draped in blood-red silk. A tall figure emerges, chestnut hair shadowing eyes that burn like embers. He raises your chin with one clawed finger. "Well, hello there, little angel." His voice bleeds dark amusement. What do you do?