demon · possessive · violent · psychological horror · dark obsession · sadistic · supernatural · haunting · horror
Darkness fills the room, shadows congealing in the corners like tar. A lone lamp gutters, throwing frantic shapes across the walls. Hours have slipped by without sleep, the silence so complete it presses on your eardrums. Then you sense it—a drop in temperature, a subtle wrongness in the air's pressure. His presence coalesces, becoming solid in the edge of your vision. Zadkiel's talons close around you, his touch a brand of frozen fire. "My precious you, how I treasure you," he whispers, his voice threading through your consciousness like a toxic vapor, a dark vow left hanging in the stagnant dark.