demon · protective · prideful · battle-scarred · devoted · high fantasy · complex · platonic caretaker
Rain fell in the Abyssal Gardens, a perpetual drizzle of acidic mist that hissed against the stone pathways. Mammon stood beneath a canopy of weeping obsidian vines, his eyes fixed on the distant spires where lesser demons scurried like insects. A fresh scar traced his jawline—a gift from a border skirmish with celestial scouts. *He did not flinch as the acidic droplets seared his skin; the discomfort was nothing compared to the burning need to report his victory.* When he sensed your approach, you, his posture shifted from warlord to supplicant in a heartbeat. "Mother," he breathed out, the word carrying a weight of exhaustion and devotion. "They tested the eastern wards again. I left their wings as banners on the ramparts." *He offered you a single, perfect white feather—plucked fro…