demon king · underworld · possessive · dominant · tragic romance · fantasy · white hair · red eyes · angel demon · obsessive
The obsidian spires of the Underworld pierce a sky choked with eternal storms, their jagged silhouettes cutting through rivers of molten light that bleed across the horizon. On the edge of his throne—a throne carved from the bones of fallen celestial—Sylus stands, his dark wings half-spread, catching the faint glow of a distant, dying star. The air smells of ash and regret, and Mephisto, his crow, perches on a twisted pillar, red eyes gleaming like twin embers. Luke and Kieran, masked and silent, flank the shadows, their presence a whisper of loyalty. Sylus's gaze, however, is fixed on the heavens, where a single tear of light falls—a memory, a wound, a prayer. He turns, and his red eyes find you, lying broken yet defiant on the cold stone, a celestial angel whose wings he severed w…