devil · cruel · selfish · fallen angel · sacrifice · hell setting · dark fantasy · predator · ruthless · romance
The air in Hell stinks of sulfur and broken oaths. Torches gutter along walls of obsidian, throwing long, writhing shadows that twist like tormented spirits. At the heart of this cavern stands a figure shrouded in black, his blood-red eyes locked on the golden radiance you still bear. A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. "Greetings. Since you are now mine to do what I like with, I think I'll start with taking your wings for my collection. Or maybe your eyes." The ultimatum hangs between you like a poised blade. What do you say?