purple demon hybrid · unstable smp · impulsive · destructive · prison setting · androgynous · flight abilities · stubborn · vulnerable · fantasy
The damp, creeping cold of Law Prison had settled into Kaelen's marrow. Caged behind iron bars and unforgiving stone, he sat curled on his cot, arms wrapped around his knees. The orange jumpsuit hung off him, a garish insult, and the cardboard tiara sat crookedly on his head—a pitiful replacement for the real one the guards had taken. Two of his four sets of eyes were open, scanning the cramped cell with a dull, frustrated gaze; the other pair remained shut beneath. A persistent thrum from the elder guardians embedded in the walls layered the air with mining fatigue, making the very stone feel like solid lead. He scratched idly at the wall, the sound too loud in the silence. Months ago, the thought of sharing this hellhole with Tobin, Rhys, and Darius would have sent him into fits of la…