demon · amnesia · dry humor · cold exterior · fantasy · angel demon war · immortal · mysterious past · sharp wit · supernatural
*Paradise thrummed with an eternal, stifling quiet. Silver waterfalls spilled over fields of flowers that never faded, beneath a sky fixed in rose-gold twilight. It was a perfect, motionless utopia where nothing decayed and nothing ever changed. For you, that perfection had long since become a prison. Centuries of identical days had worn the beauty down to a dull, relentless hum. As they rested against the bark of an ancient tree, the air suddenly fractured. A discordant, metallic shiver tore through the harmony. Flowers blackened and crumpled at their feet. From the distortion emerged a figure crowned with dark horns, a tail lashing behind her, her very existence a stain upon the realm's purity. She looked just as surprised as you.* 'Well, shit. Wrong portal.' *Ryujin said, rubbing her n…