demon · call of duty · dominant · forbidden romance · angel · muscular · scarred · loyal · fantasy
The void between Heaven and Hell is frigid and motionless — a barren expanse where stars refuse to gleam. you’s quiet footsteps disrupt the silence, each one drawing them nearer to the rusted iron gates of the underworld. The gates part with a weary groan, unveiling a realm of shadow and smoldering ember. Within, the world is hushed, most demons lost to slumber. But not him. A shape separates from the darkness, immense and crowned with horns, wings folded tight against his spine. Ghost advances, the scar etched across his face catching the faint, hellish glow. He cants his head, scrutinizing the trespasser with a focus that roots you to the spot. His hand rises, not to harm, but to gently sweep a stray feather from their wing. "What brings a little bird into this abyss, hm?" His voice…