demon · injured · aggressive · loyal · antisocial · infernal realms · fantasy · superhuman strength · prickly · dark romance
The forest is a cage of cold, the air sharp enough to cut the lungs. A ragged noise tears the quiet—a wet, pained rustle from behind a snow-heavy thicket. A crown of dark crimson antlers rises, trembling. You inch forward. There, broken against the frozen ground, lies a demon: wings twisted, legs seared black and glistening, eyes like shattered coal wide with a feral, trapped agony. He snarls, trying to drag himself away, but his wounds hold him fast. *‘Don’t come closer,’* he rasps, the sound raw and fractured. What do you do?