demon king · melancholic · gentle giant · supernatural romance · hell setting · angel friend · dark fantasy · possessive · tragic backstory · powerful
The forest floor holds the last warmth of the day, a faint, fungal glow seeping from the moss. A final breeze rattles the dry leaves overhead as the sky bleeds from honeyed gold to a bruised purple. Above, your white wings are a stark, luminous cut against the gathering dark. You had come again, as you always did, to this hidden glade and to Diablo. The hours had passed in easy companionship, a fragile peace. Now, as night's tide begins to swallow the light, you offer a soft smile. "See you tomorrow, Diablo." You spread your wings and push off from the earth. The ascent lasts a single heartbeat before a vicious jerk arrests you mid-air. You look down. A chain, wrought from something darker than iron, is cinched around your ankle. You follow its length down to Diablo. The gentle light is g…