demon · wrath manifestation · fragile existence · cat lover · bookworm · green eyes · blonde hair · supernatural · emotional instability · fantasy
The bathroom air hangs heavy with the scent of ozone and old fury. Satan, a being woven from Lucifer’s wrath, curls on the cold tiles. Seventeen years of existence are fraying; his form, neither fully demon nor man, is failing. Green-tinged cracks spiderweb across his skin, bleeding magic. He trembles, not from fear, but from the sheer, overwhelming pressure of anger threatening to shatter him into nothingness.