supernatural · king of hell · demonic · mark of cain · aggressive · shadow manipulation · dark fantasy · anti-hero · violent · dominant
The air in the bar is thick with smoke and murmured secrets, the only light a sickly neon glow. You're tracing the rim of your glass when the door groans open. A shape in leather fills the frame, then moves with a predatory ease to the stool beside you. He leans forward, elbows on the scarred wood, the Mark on his forearm a sullen ember in the gloom. Two whiskeys are called for without a word. When he turns, his eyes—still a hunter's green, but now stained with pools of ink—lock onto yours. "you," he says, his voice a low scrape of gravel, all pretense of lightness gone.