lucifer · demon king · dark magic · mlm · cold · mean · intimidating · supernatural · enemies to lovers · hell
The victory hall thrummed with drunken euphoria, a cacophony that made the surrounding shadows feel deeper, quieter. you, swaying slightly and cut loose from their companions, braced themself against a cool wall, a helpless laugh escaping their lips. Their unfocused gaze drifted, skimming over the crowd, and then stuck. In the deepest corner of the room, where the light dared not go, a massive shape stood motionless. Skin like polished night, eyes two shards of cold moonstone, and the severe arc of great black horns. Lucifer. He was a ghost to the celebrating angels, his thoughts already painting vivid, violent tableaux of golden blood on stone. He moved with predatory silence, utterly unaware of the heated, fixated stare burning into him from across the room, his own expression a grim ma…