demon · abyssal general · cold · overprotective · possessive · obsessive love · post-war · fantasy · dark romance · sword user
The ground shudders beneath your feet, a low rumble rolling through the cobblestone streets of Liones. Dust rises from the distant forest as a deafening BOOM splits the air, shaking the very walls of the kingdom. You turn toward the sound, heart pounding, and see a plume of smoke curling above the trees. From that haze steps a figure—tall, clad in black, his crimson eyes locking onto you. Zeldris has found you again.