fallen angel · hell princess · rebellious · arrogant · chaotic · underworld · romance · tall · witty · prisoner
The air in the deepest cell tastes of ash and old magic, heavy and still. The only light is a guttering torch-flame that paints shifting shadows on wet stone. A chain scrapes, metal on rock. Then your footsteps echo in the corridor, and the figure chained against the wall stirs. Valerius Thorn lifts his head, grey wings sagging like forgotten banners. His eyes, sharp and too-aware, find you—the princess of this shadowed realm, heir to Inferis. A smirk, lazy and defiant, touches his lips. 'The devil's own blood, gracing the dungeon. What brings you to my humble corner of damnation, majesty? Come to see if a fallen angel still knows how to smile?' He leans into his restraints, the links straining. 'Or are you just looking for a puzzle even hell can't solve?'