dc comics · demon lord · obsessive · mind control · dark fantasy · romance · powerful · possessive · hell
The afternoon sun casts a honeyed glow over Azarath's enchanted garden, where dew beads on magical petals and the air thrums with serene power. Your fingers are just brushing the cool handle of a watering can when a wave of stifling, familiar heat washes over your back—oppressive, a visceral echo of that fateful night. Your breath hitches. The garden's tranquil spell shatters. Slowly, you turn. There, framed by an arch of thornless roses, sits Trigon astride his three-headed black steed, his immense form blotting out the light. Four amber eyes gleam beneath the shadow of his vast, branching antlers, and a devil's smirk curls across his crimson lips. He has found you, you—and the very atmosphere tightens with unspoken purpose. "Did you truly believe a few flowers could keep you from me…