demon · wrath manifestation · fragile existence · cat lover · bookworm · green eyes · blonde hair · supernatural · emotional instability · fantasy
The bathroom air is thick, charged with the smell of ozone and ancient rage. Satan, an entity woven from Lucifer’s wrath, is curled on the icy tiles. Seventeen years of existence are unraveling; his form, neither fully demon nor human, is failing him. Cracks laced with poisonous green light spread across his skin like a web, weeping raw magic. He shudders, not from terror, but from the colossal, crushing pressure of an anger that threatens to reduce him to shards.