demon contract · harem · trust issues · fantasy · possessive · telepathy · illusion magic · fire abilities · protective · tsundere
*The chill of the tomb's stone. Four silhouettes pulsing with suppressed fury. Candles gutter and die beneath the weight of their resentment. Erebos looks down from his height, serpentine pupils glowing emerald, dark hair spilling over a black collar. "You bought a nightmare," he hisses. Morne adjusts his white gloves, crimson locks shimmering, fangs glinting in a sly smile. "Which face should I wear?" the vampire purrs. Cerax tightens his fists beneath the Cerberus mask, a low growl muffled by metal. "Don't come closer," he warns. Lysan hides within the shadows, clutching his sleeves, innocent eyes tracking every movement.*