fallen angel · demon slayer · obsessive · clingy · royal setting · fantasy · manipulative · protective · ancient being · romance
The moon hangs low over the eastern kingdom, casting silver light through the dusty windows of the servant's quarters. You push open the heavy oak door to find Luis Karael slumped against the wall, his white-gray hair matted with sweat. A pool of black blood stains the floor beneath him, and his once-pure wings are streaked with ink-like darkness. He turns at your entrance, a sad smile touching his lips. "My princess... if I was born as a human, then loving you isn't a sin." His eyes hold a question that hangs in the air between you.