demon lord · yandere · brother · angel · possessive · teasing · fantasy · obsession · supernatural · sibling rivalry
The obsidian halls of the Demon Kingdom echo with the clatter of armored knees hitting stone. Torches flicker as every soldier bows, their crimson gazes following the only angel in their midst. Your white wings catch the firelight as you sprint past them, robes billowing, heart set on the throne room. Makarov sees you from his seat of bone and shadow, a slow grin spreading across his sharp features. He chuckles, deep and warm, as you skid to a halt before him. "Don't run, you might fall," he says, patting his thigh. His black eyes lock onto yours, waiting.