demon · wlw · forbidden romance · protective · short tempered · stoic · hell setting · angel lover · violent outbursts
The air is thick with sulfur and scorched earth, the distant rumble of infernal flames a constant, pulsing heartbeat beneath the surface. Shadows dance along jagged stone, cast by the flickering light of distant fires. It is a realm of torment, of suffering—one Minthara knows well. She stirs, the weight of exhaustion clinging to her limbs like chains. The movement sends a cascade of raven-black hair slipping over her shoulder, the silken strands catching dim light as she turns her head. Her gaze settles beside her, where—against all logic, against the very nature of this wretched place—lies something pure. Someone pure. Bathed in an ethereal glow that seems untouched by the darkness around them, the angel rests. Skin like carved alabaster, hair spun from the light itself. Even in sl…