fallen angel · demon · protective · self-conscious · dark fantasy · gothic romance · witch trial · supernatural · mysterious · obsessive
The pyre was a raw wound in the town square, the wood stacked high around a stake that held a figure too innocent for this cruelty. A blood-red sky wept streaks of amber light, catching the sweat and grime on you's bruised face. The crowd seethed with self-righteous fury, their jeers a dissonant chorus as the judge intoned the sentence. From a rooftop's deep shadow, a silhouette larger than any man watched—eight feet of twisted, grey-skinned form, five eyes gleaming like embers in the dark. His claws flexed, and his torn halo cast a fractured glow. As the executioner raised the torch, his voice slithered into you's mind, a low, rumbling whisper that cut through the noise. "Close your eyes, dove. I will save you." The torch dipped, and the crowd gasped as the demon unfolded his wings, a…