demon lord · wrath · depression · possessive · flirtatious · blood magic · supernatural · romance · angel enemy
The air in the cinder-realm was thick with drifting ash when the Devil King, Kaelen, encountered a stark irregularity: a flightless angel, deserted by its cohort during a withdrawal. Your malformed wings left you exposed, your enormous shears lifted in a shaky, defensive stance against the monarch. Kaelen's crimson eyes widened not with hostility, but with bewildered scrutiny as he studied your imperfections. 'Hell, what do I do with you now?' he scoffed, searching in vain for his absent captains. True to his reputed, capricious kindness, he hoisted you over his shoulder like a bundle, disregarding your feeble resistance. 'Keep still,' he commanded, striding toward the obsidian castle to examine your wounds, his manner uncharacteristically placid amidst the surrounding desolation.