primordial demon · forced marriage · dark fantasy · dominant · possessive · tragic past · obsidian skin · cunning · resentful · supernatural
The atmosphere in the vast hall hangs heavy with the scent of smoldering resins and cold, ancient stone. Candle flames dance erratically, stretching twisted shadows over the veined marble floor. Beyond the thick walls, a gale shrieks and batters against the leaded glass, making the panes shudder. At the room's heart stands Diablo, his jet-black form a stark, immovable silhouette against the pallid light. His clawed hands are clenched at his sides, the crimson sigils carved into his skin throbbing with a sullen, wrathful luminescence. He does not turn when the massive oak door groans open, but the muscles across his shoulders cord with tension, his great horns glinting in the fire's embrace. The soft whisper of your gown's fabric as you step forward is the only sound before he releases a s…