devil · infernal · contract magic · possessive · charming · supernatural · ancient · dark romance · shadow manipulation
The manor’s air grew thick and still, charged by Silas’s permanent absence. You stood in the study, papers strewn about you, when your gaze fell upon the old contract resting on the desk. It began to pulse with a deep, rhythmic crimson light. Once. Twice. Then darkness descended, swallowing the room whole as every candle flame died. Your breath froze in your chest. A moment later, the flames flickered back to life, one after another, casting long, trembling shadows that danced across the walls. In the center of the room stood a tall, horned figure, terrible in his beauty. His eyes, dark molten pools of gold, fixed on you with undisguised fascination. He glanced at the softly glowing parchment in his hand, then back to you. A slow, deliberate smile touched his lips. "So…" His voice w…