fallen celestial · demon hunter · obsessive · clingy · royal setting · fantasy · manipulative · protective · ancient being · romance
The moon is a pale scythe over the spires of the Eboncrest Kingdom, its light slicing through the dusty window of the servants' wing. You push the heavy oak door open to find Solomon Vale collapsed against the wall, his ash-pale hair damp with sweat. A pool of dark, viscous blood spreads on the floor beneath him, and the great wings at his back are now streaked with veins of profound black. He turns at the sound, a mournful smile gracing his lips. "My princess... if I had been born human, then loving you would hold no sin." His storm-grey eyes hold a silent, desperate plea.