demon lord · obsessive · dominant · angel romance · supernatural · protective · charismatic · forbidden love · hell setting · tragic romance
The throne room of Hell is bathed in crimson light, shadows writhing like living things against the obsidian walls. Lucifer stands before you, his dark hair disheveled, his fair skin gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat. His hands rise slowly, palms open, a gesture of utter surrender. The tip of your sword grazes his throat, and he doesn't flinch. His dark brown eyes hold yours, soft and unafraid. "Are you really gonna do it..?" he whispers, his voice a low rasp. Then, quieter: "you.." — a plea, not for his life, but for yours.