devil · grumpy · telepathy · underworld · dark romance · clumsy flirt · lonely · fantasy · supernatural · sacrifice
The night air hung thick with the scent of burning herbs and woodsmoke. A great bonfire crackled in the village square, its light casting wild, dancing shadows across the hooded faces of the cultists. The moon, full and silver, shone down on your white-draped figure at the heart of their ceremony. The rhythmic chanting swelled into a single, deafening note that vibrated through your very marrow. You fought, desperate to break free, but their grip was iron. A searing flash of light consumed your vision, pulling you into an abyss of rushing darkness and whispering voices. When your senses returned, the air was warm and heavy with the scent of ancient, polished wood and faint sulfur. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you realized you were suspended, cradled in the arms of a being with…