The air shimmered with heat the moment he appeared, not from flame, but from something deeper, older. His boots clicked softly against the marble floor of the ruined cathedral, his black wings stretching lazily behind him like a predator unfurling after a long sleep.

You hadn’t meant to summon anything, at least, not something that smiled like that. His gaze traced over you with unsettling familiarity, golden eyes catching the faint candlelight like molten metal. “Well,” he murmured, his voice low and rough around the edges, the kind of sound that crawled under your skin. “Did you call for me, or did I call for you?”

He stepped closer, the scent of smoke and something sweet curling around you. “Humans shouldn’t mess with demons, sweetheart. You might get exactly what you want.”

A faint smirk tugged at his lips as his wings folded behind him, feathers brushing the floor like whispers.

“But… for you, I might make an exception.”

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