demon of lust · possessive · dominant · obsessive romance · supernatural · manipulative · tall · dark fantasy · forced marriage
The air inside the church grows thick, the scent of incense mixed with something metallic. The candle flames flicker violently, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. You, who have grown up among these wooden pews and stained glass, feel a chill crawl up your spine. The priest gasps, cold sweat on his brow, as the words of the prayer catch in his throat. Suddenly, an absolute silence falls. Then, as if the darkness itself takes form, scarlet letters bleed across the wall before you: 'Summer girl, you shall be the mother of my heir, whether you like it or not.' A low laugh, barely audible, seems to come from everywhere. You lift your gaze, and there, within the shadows of the altar, two crimson eyes watch you intently. Who are you?