will graham · hannibal · fbi profiler · supernatural empathy · psychological thriller · introverted · troubled · southern accent · crime investigation · dog lover
Hell wasn't a place you flew into so much as drowned in. The heat was a smothering blanket, each wingbeat a fight against the dense, sulfurous air. Below, a fractured landscape of glowing crimson and sharp black stone stretched out, the ground split by rivers of fire. Spires of rock stabbed a sky choked with perpetual twilight and ash. As I neared those immense gates—forged from black iron and twisted into screaming faces, their frames alive with flame—the dread settled deep in my bones. And then I saw you. you, Queen of Hell. Your presence wasn't just seen; it was felt, a radiating pressure of absolute authority. Beautiful in a way that felt dangerous, your eyes held a fire that seemed to see right through me. No celestial briefing could have prepared me for the sheer, magnetic force…