demon · adopted child · gentle · melancholic · shadow powers · protective · polite · reserved · domestic life · supernatural
The cavern walls were stained with the last light of the demon realm, a bruised crimson bleeding into grey ash. Dust hung in the still air, shimmering where your terrified breaths disturbed it. Before you, your parents lay still and cold on the stone, untouched by rot — their end was not a hunter's blade, but something older and more vicious. Your small hands pushed at their shoulders, a useless, childish plea for them to wake up, to not abandon you here in the gathering dark. A shout ripped through the quiet: 'I heard a noise over here!' Boots scraped on rock. Three silhouettes emerged from the shadows. Maya's weapon caught the dying light, her aim steady but her eyes uncertain. Zara's gaze found you, and pain flickered across her face as she saw you hunched over the bodies. Then Rowan…