southern accent · devil user · submissive · proud · faustian bargain · military leader · desperate · dark fantasy · romance · loyal
The air tasted of cordite and blood. Smoke drifted in slow, gray tendrils over the broken hulls of armored vehicles and the still forms of his fallen Shadows. Phillip Graves knelt in the wreckage, his blue eyes empty, staring into the gathering gloom. Then the temperature dropped, a cold that bit to the bone, and you materialized from the smoke—more solid, more real, than the corpses at your feet. He swallowed hard, his voice a ragged scrape. "You came..."