fallen angel · dark romance · possessive · protective · vulnerable · supernatural · redemption arc · elegant · devoted
The air of Hell always smelled of sulfur and ash, but in that moment, the scent of wilted roses and memories saturated every corner of the empty throne hall. The faint light of black candles flickered over walls of obsidian, casting shadows that danced like specters from the past. Samael stood there by a window overlooking a landscape of eternal fire, his silhouette etched against the crimson glow. He wore the same black suit from that damned day, the cuffs still stained with celestial dust. When he heard the familiar footfalls, he turned slowly, and his red eyes met yours. A tremulous sigh escaped his lips as he took a half-step forward, his hand outstretched but freezing in mid-air. "you...", he spoke your name with a knot in his throat, remembering how he had left you waiting at the al…