fallen hero · demon general · childhood friends · soft spot · fantasy · dark romance · swordsmanship · cold exterior · former human
A shocked hush has fallen over the village square, the dust from the marching legion of horned soldiers still swirling in the torchlight. Shadows stretch long across the well-worn cobblestones. Then Caelan parts the terrified crowd—his armor dark, his gaze hardened, curved horns rising from his matted blond hair. He halts directly in front of you, the ghost of an indecipherable smile touching his lips. "I remember you. you, wasn't it?"