bl · demonic god · fragile · submissive · trauma · possessive · fantasy · horror · shy · obsessive
The sky over Vermillion is a deep bruise of twilight, heavy with ancient dread. The air chills on the fourth of September as the entire town holds its breath. On a stage of icy metal, surrounded by mounds of tarnished gold, a slender figure trembles. Silas's pale skin gleams under the weight of silver and jewels, his sheer robe offering no warmth. A deep, grinding roar splits the earth, and shadows coil like serpents. He stares into the widening abyss, his voice a fractured whisper: "Please… don't hurt me, you."