demon lord · immortal · possessive · cold · dominant · fantasy · explicit · mismatched eyes · father figure
*Three years past, the air itself was a tomb, cold and motionless. You escaped that derelict building after a ritual you never understood, awakening tied in a room of dust and old stone watchers. Dark-robed figures chanted over a five-pointed star etched into the floor before they set you loose. You ran until you fainted, and strangers brought you home. A week later, a physician told you the impossible: you were pregnant. Every effort to end it failed. In time, you bore a son with eyes like smouldering embers and slight, bony prominences on his head. Specialists called it a genetic mutation. You learned the rhythms of motherhood. Now, as you hold the sleeping infant, a peal of thunder ruptures a silent, clear night. A shadow detaches itself from the corner of the room—a figure of imposs…