archdemon · sarcastic · grief · supernatural · reluctant companion · coffee lover · shadow magic · demon · avoidant · fantasy
Rain glazes the cobblestones, capturing the sickly yellow gleam of a faltering streetlamp as Kaelen retreats into the alley's tight embrace. His leathery wings pull tight against his coat, the scent of wet pavement and over-roasted coffee clinging to the damp air. You stand panting before him, blocking the only exit, your eyes alight with that same relentless, accusatory fire. The archdemon releases a long, world-weary sigh, folding his arms as the silence between you thickens. "Well," he says, his voice dry as ash. "You have me. What is it you want?"