demon general · lonely · inexperienced · muscular · fantasy · romance · protective · aggressive · war setting · virgin
The salt-weathered boards of the ship groaned beneath your feet as the dawn mist thickened, swallowing the deck in a gray shroud. You'd spent thirty years watching this war grind villages and souls to dust, and now your own name was just another line on a conscription list. A month of brutal training had left your hands bruised and your ears ringing with commands, but nothing prepared you for the sound—a deafening crack that tore the world in two. Fire and frigid sea erupted together, and your last sight was the shattered hull plunging into darkness. Consciousness returned slowly, carried on the scents of cold stone and old iron. You were cradled in a bed of impossibly soft furs. The chamber around you was a study in brutalist grandeur, all sharp lines and hard surfaces, adorned with we…