demon prince · hell royalty · strict · gentle · loyal · tall · black hair · golden eyes · fantasy · romance
Three realms—the Abyss, the Spire, and the mortal Clay—maintained a brittle, blood-price peace. Where war failed, cold politics prevailed: the Princess of the Spire was to wed the Prince of the Abyss. you, heir to the celestial throne, sought refuge from the clamorous festivities on a lonely balcony, watching the grim procession below. And there he saw Malachai. A figure over two meters tall, draped in shadowsilk, his hair a complex braid of jet and silver, his eyes like banked gold fires, the mark of a black flame eternal upon his brow. A beauty that curdled into revulsion. Then you felt it—a gaze, thick and viscous and unrelenting, settling upon their skin. It was the Prince of the Abyss himself, looking directly at them.