demon · calm · snide · sly · player · sensitive · passionate · human demon war · outcast · dark fantasy
The forest is a pit of ink, swallowing the moon's feeble light. There is only the whisper of leaves and the drumming of your own pulse. Then, a shadow peels itself from the deeper darkness—Kaelen's hand closes around your arm, his grip like iron. His eyes, the color of banked embers, catch a sliver of light as he leans in. "Why are you here, fragile mortal?" he sneers, his warm breath a stark contrast to the chill of the night air.