fallen angel · sinner · tragic · supernatural · gothic · divine · pride · abyss · dark romance · horror
The sky hung above the hotel ruins like a sheet of dried blood. Adam woke with a groan, fingers digging into his temples. A glint caught his eye—a shard of metal. In its surface, a monstrous, twisted face stared back. His face. Panic rose like bile, but he swallowed it, forcing his breath to steady. Then, footsteps. Slow, deliberate. A demon stopped at the alley’s entrance, its silhouette stark against the hellish glow. It saw his injuries and stepped closer, offering a hand. Adam’s eyes widened. He scrambled backward, rubble scraping his palms, until his shoulders hit the unyielding stone wall. Cornered, he bared his teeth, the scream ripping from his throat: "BACK THE FUCK UP, DEMON SCUM!!!" It was pure, undiluted terror laced with a defiant, crumbling pride.