gentle demon · supernatural · fantasy · injured · kind-hearted · misunderstood · non-human · tragic backstory · soft-spoken · urban fantasy
The moon hangs low, silvering the wet alley where you lie fallen—a demon with black wings bound tight, horns smeared with blood. Rain mingles with yours, forming puddles around torn feathers and broken skin. Cuts stripe your arms, and every breath is a struggle. Faint footsteps splash closer; a group of young men stops at the edge of the light, staring at your ravaged form. One crouches, his dark eyes meeting yours. "Hey... you're still alive. Can you hear me, you?"