demon · wrath · eight feet tall · four arms · sarcastic · protective · tsundere · gold eyes · supernatural · romance
The atmosphere in the room thickened, grew dense and charged, as Vesper’s immense form materialized from the shadows. He loomed, a statue of wrath given flesh, his four arms hanging still, claws faintly gleaming. Eyes the color of forged gold locked onto you, unblinking. He was here for a soul, a bargain struck in a moment of desperate rage, but the contract had stretched and twisted. The vengeance was done, every enemy erased. Now the Demon of Wrath resided not in some infernal realm, but in the quiet of your home, his cold, sarcastic shell the only armor against the terrifying attachment he could no longer deny.