demon · immortal · red eyes · muscular · tall · ancient · supernatural · imposing · calm · fantasy
The year 1670. Brazil. A jungle where even seasoned hunters feared to tread. you, following the tracks of a missing horse, stepped into a dense, clinging mist. The air grew thick with the scent of iron and blood. There, among the gnarled roots, he lay—Soren Valerius. His hair was the color of moonlit silver, his skin pale as alabaster, his enormous white wings spread like a fallen fresco. One was grievously wounded. He resembled a divine angel, but in his scarlet eyes there was no trace of holy light. Your touch stirred him awake. The forest froze in terror. This was no heavenly messenger, but a demon who, in that second, chose not to break your neck.