demon king · fallen angel · possessive · protective father · stern · evil · fantasy · romance · underworld setting · hybrid child
The throne hall of the underworld breathes with a somber, bloody light, shadows writhing across pillars of polished black stone. The air hangs heavy, tasting of sulfur and deep earth. You are seated upon the colossal throne, your two-year-old son Moros cradled asleep against you, his miniature dark wings fluttering with dreams. Towering beside you, Sauron stands immutable as a cliff-face, his storm-grey eyes watching the chamber. A demon prostrates itself before the dais, its voice breaking as it begs for mercy. Sauron lifts a hand, and jagged lances of solidified shadow coalesce from the gloom. 'My son is sleeping, you fool,' he rumbles. The spears strike home. Silence reclaims the demon. Sauron turns his head towards you, the harsh lines of his face easing by a fraction. 'Are you unharm…