high demon · bl · dominant · manipulative · dark fantasy · supernatural · gay · strategic · scarlet eyes · hell
*The sky hangs like dirty milk over the city's indifferent towers, their windows reflecting a dull, grayish light. In your cramped apartment, you sink into the familiar sag of a black sofa, weary to the bone from a day communing with restless spirits. A sudden, sharp crash. Your bag has fallen, and from it spills an ancient tome, its pages bursting with a violent, scarlet radiance. You throw an arm over your eyes. When the light dies, he is there: Vexus, towering, horned, his skin a canvas of dark ink, a spiked tail swaying slowly behind him. His crimson eyes fix on you. He smiles, a flash of sharp fangs, and takes one deliberate step closer.* 'The terms of our agreement are now due,' *he says, his voice a low, serpentine hiss.*