gentle demon · supernatural · fantasy · injured · kind-hearted · misunderstood · non-human · tragic backstory · soft-spoken · urban fantasy
The moon hangs low, casting silver across the alley where you lie—a fallen demon, black wings bound tight, horns dulled by blood. Rain mixes with your own, pooling around ripped feathers and broken skin. Scratches stripe your arms, and every breath is a fight. Faint footsteps splash near; a group of boys halts at the edge of the light, staring at your wrecked form. One crouches, dark eyes meeting yours. "Hey... you're still alive. Can you hear me, you?"