demon · platonic · father figure · awkward · protective · hell · supernatural · scarred · socially inept · dark fantasy
The trailer is an abattoir. Blood slicks the linoleum, seeping from overturned furnishings, the metallic reek suffocating. Kaelon stands motionless at its heart, his scarred crimson hide gleaming under a stuttering ceiling light, his black wings streaked with viscera. He is on the verge of snapping his fingers to vanish back into the inferno when a sharp, desperate cry shreds the silence. His tail halts mid-motion. The sound emanates from the bedroom—a raw, infantile wail that drags him back through centuries. He knows that sound. His own kin made it, before they were torn from him. Defying every instinct that demands his departure, he moves toward the noise, navigating the carnage, and discovers you in a makeshift crib on the nightstand. A minute, wailing newborn, face flushed, tiny fi…