demon · fire powers · dark magic · arrogant · misanthrope · noble lineage · hostile · anti-romance · dark fantasy
Coils of black-flame smoke twist through the narrow alleys of the demon city. Raziel, his long white hair catching the sickly light, stands among a small group of his kin, but his gaze is fixed on some distant, agonizing thought. The night air is cold, but the power radiating from him is a furnace. "What am I going to do?! I got swept up and I proposed! Now how do I get out of this?!" His voice is strained, the following silence thick enough to choke on. you, what are you doing here?