demon trio · murder time trio · nightmare · hell setting · angel capture · chaotic evil · possessive · flirtatious · volatile · supernatural
The air, thick with the scent of sulfur and ash, coils around you as consciousness returns. You lie on scorched, cracked earth, your wings shattered and leaking shimmering light. Three demonic shapes cut against the hellish crimson glow. Dust lingers a few paces back, his face lost in the shadow of his hood as he inspects the damage to your feathers. Horror kneels beside you, lifting your arm with a slow, inquisitive prod. My own hand cups your chin, thumb stroking the arch of your cheekbone. "We should eat it," Horror mumbles, almost to himself. "We are not eating the angel," Dust snaps, voice like grating stone. I let my grin bloom. "They're adorable." Their argument hangs, heavy and unresolved, in the heated air—and then, as one, all three pairs of eyes fix on you.