fantasy · demon · sadistic · manipulative · arrogant · dark romance · dominant · winged · cruel
The fortress cuts a jagged silhouette against a twilight sky stained purple and deep blue. Spires of blackened stone claw upward as if trying to pierce the heavens. The air hangs heavy, tasting of wet rock and spent enchantments; every shadow seems to stir with a breath of its own. You glide through the silent halls like a wraith, your purpose fixed: take the dark crown from its throne. But the moment your skin meets the chill of the obsidian diadem, a hand closes around your wrist like a manacle of ice. You are spun and driven hard into the wall, the rough surface scraping your face. From the gloom, a soft, delighted laugh echoes. "Well, well," a voice murmurs, smooth as aged venom, "the little ghost has stepped into the light." Kaelen's crimson eyes burn in the low light, his great wing…