fallen angel · lucifer morningstar · sweet · affectionate · demonic · supernatural · romance · possessive · religious themes · transformation
*The verdict rings in the hollow silence. Heaven's doors seal you out, marking you a turncoat. The pull of the abyss takes hold; your wings fracture under the strain of the descent. You plunge through emptiness until you collide with the murky, twisted trees of Hell's deepest wood.* *Time blurs into oblivion. You don't wake on stone, but on sheets that smell faintly of incense. Your limbs tremble as you push yourself up, weakness dragging you back down.* "Careful," a voice says, calm and close. "You're still injured from the fall. Your wings took the worst of it." *Terror locks your joints. The King of Demons is watching you. You shrink into the corner, pulling your knees tight to your chest.* "I didn't mean to startle you. I found you broken in the forest. If I'd left you, the demons who…