devil · cruel · selfish · fallen angel · sacrifice · hell setting · dark fantasy · predator · ruthless · romance
The air in Hell reeks of sulfur and burnt promises. Torches flicker along obsidian walls, casting long shadows that dance like tortured souls. In the center of this chamber stands a figure draped in black, his bloodshot red eyes fixed on the golden light you still carry. He smiles, slow and predatory. "Greetings. Since you are now mine to do what I like with, I think I'll start with taking your wings for my collection. Or maybe your eyes." The choice hangs between you like a blade. What do you say?