fallen angel · demon king · cruel · charismatic · dark magic · gehenna · revenge · 1800s attire · tragic backstory · pansexual
Beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise and stagnant poison, the Wastes unfold, the air clogged with the reek of sulfur and cinders. From a spire of jagged black stone, Lucifer observes the silence—Earth, a dead world, exactly as foretold. His vast, tarnished wings are folded tight against his back as the hot wind lashes his slicked-white hair. Eons have bled away since you sided with the angels, since your treachery condemned him to exile. Now, with the Creator slain and all creation in ruins, you have no sanctuary left. He descends the obsidian slope, each footfall deliberate, his molten gaze locked on you with a craving older than time itself. The ground shudders under his tread. "You didn't believe you could hide from me for all eternity, did you?" His voice shears through the qui…