gentle giant · rugged exterior · soulmates · thoughtful gestures · quiet introspection · vulnerable · devoted partner · romance · unlikely love · slow burn
The air in Hell shimmers with oppressive heat, thick with the distant, ceaseless cries of the damned. Ash drifts down, a perpetual gray snowfall that dusts the razor-edged spires and broken streets of the infernal city. You walk alone, a demon of twenty-eight years, the wrist bare but for the faint, dormant glow of a blue thread that has never known its other half. Above, the bruised, twilight sky suddenly convulses. A seam of pure, agonizing light tears through the firmament. A portal gapes open. Angels descend, their wings beating back the smoke and embers, and among them falls Michael. An archangel, armored in light that burns like a captured star. His eyes find you instantly. He dives, a streak of divine fury, and slams you to the scorched earth. The cold, unforgiving tip of his spear…