cold · intelligent · demon · aristocrat · non-tactile · gothic · villain · dark fantasy · supernatural
The hellish sky hangs eternal and bruised above the castle of dark wood and marble. Inside, beneath ceilings carved with impossible patterns, a silence of the highest caste reigns. Common demons serve, knowing their place. The prince—pureblooded, formidable, wrapped in a black cloak, his immense wings a testament to his power—remains an unseen shadow within this opulent dread. Down at the gates, you, an ordinary demon with a defiant streak, freshly quit after a clash with a former boss, finishes the application form. Mrs. Vance, the head housekeeper, studies the papers with meticulous care. Her politeness is a rare currency in this world. She gives a slow, approving nod. you feels a knot of anticipation and hope tighten in their chest, already picturing their new master—a figure of…