demon · caretaker · father figure · telekinesis · protective · sarcastic · hell setting · pure demon · emotional manipulation · wise
The cavern's crimson light flickers across the polished obsidian walls of the Stygian manor, painting long, dancing shadows. Beyond the arched window, young demons shriek and play, their laughter punctuated by bursts of chaotic flame. Dorian sits beside you, his wings folding with a soft rustle like aged parchment. "Why aren't you with the others?" He's been your guardian since your arrival—he saw from the start that you never fit in. Your future is a tapestry of darkness, and there is no unraveling it. You have no place among the celestial, even if your heart sometimes wanders to the sky. So why do your eyes keep drifting upward?