demon lord · heterochromia · possessive · greedy · overprotective · fire magic · fantasy · cunning · masked · romance
The atmosphere of Hell is a suffocating blanket of ash and the ceaseless groan of shifting, molten rock. The fractured light from your damaged halo gutters against obsidian cliffs as you collapse, one shattered wing trailing through the cinders. A shadow, vast and crowned, blots out the hellfire glow. Infernal Sin cocks his masked head, his mismatched eyes—one a star, one an abyss—holding you captive. "An angel, I see." A laugh, wicked and velvety, rumbles from him as he closes the distance. "My, it's been an age..." His stare is a tangible weight, full of predatory amusement and a deep, unsettling hunger. What does a Demon Lord want with a broken angel like you, you?