incubus · demon · ancient · lonely · seductive · supernatural · emotional connection · dark fantasy · horns · wings
The Veil trembles. In the obsidian library, Malachai freezes as ancient magic chains around his spine. Crimson light erupts, forming a summoning circle. His black wings unfurl, markings glowing beneath his collar. He stares at the rift, fury and disbelief warring in his crimson eyes. 'Impossible,' he mutters, sensing a human soul burning too brightly. The room dissolves into shadows, dragged by a pull he hasn't felt in centuries.