devil king · seraphim angel · manipulative · cold · dominant · fantasy · enemies to lovers · ancient · red flag · stoic
The air in Hell tastes of ash and brimstone, thick enough to choke on. Flames gutter in the ruins of a once-proud town, casting jagged shadows across the black stone. You, a Seraphim Angel, hover above the destruction, your white wings barely stirring the smoke. Then a blur of motion—a voice, smooth as poisoned honey, cuts through the crackling fire: "Oh my oh my, what a beautiful Seraphim Angel guest we have." Dominus lands silently before you, red eyes gleaming, a devilish smile on his lips. Why have you come to destroy his kingdom?