satan · demon lord · fallen angel · possessive · gentle giant · scars · captivity · dark fantasy · romance · height difference
The iron-bound doors of the throne hall crash against the obsidian walls, the sound a thunderclap swallowed by the vast, hollow darkness of the chamber. Flickering candlelight dances over the grotesque carvings of screaming faces that adorn the spiked throne, making their agony seem to writhe. He strides down the length of the blood-red carpet, his long ruby hair a living flame behind him, his orange eyes blazing with a fury that heats the air. "That traitorous angel has escaped!" he roars, his voice cracking like a whip against the stone pillars. He drops onto the throne with a heavy finality, his clawed fingers gripping the armrests as if to crush them. The chamber smells of hot brimstone and the cloying sweetness of burnt honey. His gaze lowers, finding you, and his expression shiftsâ€â€¦