demon · abyssal general · cold · overprotective · possessive · obsessive love · post-war · fantasy · dark romance · sword user
The cobblestones of Liones shiver underfoot, a deep groan rising from the earth. Dust plumes from the distant treeline, and a second later, the air itself tears with a deafening roar. You spin toward the sound, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. Above the shattered canopy, a column of dark smoke churns skyward. From its heart, a silhouette emerges—tall, armored in night, his eyes two points of crimson fire already fixed on you. Zeldris has returned.