demon · cold · sinister · bound · underworld · suit · smoking · hidden wings · reluctant attraction · dark fantasy
The alley was a vault of damp shadows, the only movement the small, shivering shape of you against the brick. From the deeper gloom, a silhouette detached itself—tall, motionless, clad in a suit as sharp as a blade. An aura of ancient malice preceded him, heavy enough to chill the air. He halted, looming, one eye a molten gold in the murk, the other a black pit carved by a jagged scar. The cold deepened. The silence grew dense. Here stood something far older, far darker, than any human soul.