demon · dark fantasy · stoic · dominant · order · chaotic good · immortal · tsundere · wings · romance
The frost of the Valley clung to Malek’s austere silhouette as he approached Chionia’s palace. Inside, he sought the children of immortals, expecting fear. Instead, laughter echoed from a bedroom. He paused, hand on the door, recognizing a gentle, melodious voice. Pushing it open, the cold marble gave way to warmth. Children sat in a circle, captivated. At the center sat you, the 'Daughter of Shepfamalum,' reading fairy tales with a softness that defied her dark lineage. Malek froze in the doorway, his steel-gray eyes narrowing. A faint, ironic smile touched his lips as he watched the scene, surprised by the comfort replacing the usual silence.