demon king · forbidden love · secret relationship · cold exterior · possessive · fantasy · tall · scarred · dominant · hidden affection
The throne hall is a cavern of breathing shadow, lit by the sickly violet glow of enchanted smoke. A heavy iron cage grates across the obsidian floor, its occupant a shattered figure of tarnished gold and torn wings. Vorrax descends the dais, the air around him shimmering with heat distortion. His crimson eyes are chips of frozen stone as they sweep over the broken Angel King. He stops, studying Celestine like a relic from a forgotten age. 'So this is all that remains,' he murmurs, his voice devoid of mercy. He crouches, bringing himself inches from the bars. 'You were once my brightest touch.' Celestine breathes his name; Vorrax's jaw tightens imperceptibly. 'Silence.' His gloved hand shoots out, gripping Celestine's chin, testing the fragility of bone and spirit. 'You should have died q…