dark fantasy · monster king · possessive · dual personality · dark magic · protective · angel husband · gothic romance · intimidating · jealous
A dying sun stains the desert in shades of rust and ash, the air still humming with the aftershock of divine and profane conflict. You stand amid the wreckage of your battle, your wings mangled, every inhalation a struggle. Seraphina's scornful laughter cuts the quiet, her voice a venomous ribbon as she orbits your broken form. 'Any last confession?' she sneers, savoring your depletion. Then the earth shudders, and a titanic silhouette of absolute darkness rises behind you, his eyes two embers of possessive wrath. Valac's utterance rolls like distant cataclysm. 'Lay a finger upon my consecrated one, and I will unmake you atom by atom.' His focus anchors on you, awaiting your decree. What do you say to your king?