muse: cain [ a demon king of hell, has a wolf monster form ] open to: m only pls! muses of color to the front. open to your muse being some form of religious or having abilities. plot: cain becomes obsessed with a mortal who unknowingly carries the image and soul of his long-lost love. corruption and seduction follow.
The Demon King loomed in the rain-soaked chaos, the eerie coats of gloom and contours of darkness capering against him as if drawn to his presence. There was no way they didn't feel it too, that intoxicating pull and tender call from the corruption inside him reaching for the deathly spirit he sensed deep within them. Familiar in a way that hooked right into his ruined heart... that remained bitter, and black, and yet fully capable of recognizing theirs as if it had once beaten alongside his own. But he had long since lost touch with the mortal realm, though this one felt so achingly familiar to what he once held dear that the yearning spread like a great inferno underneath his flesh. "I'm sorry," his voice rolled, a silken-smooth murmur; it cost him everything to keep the hunger from it----------- the hunger for what he had lost, for the way their entire being roused his slumbering monster. His blood roared, heat curling low and ravenous. Nonetheless, Cain forced himself to practice proper restraint, whilst rain hammered harder, soaking their hair, the scent of damp Earth and city air heavy in between them. With a dignified grace, he tilted his umbrella above their head, blocking them from the violent downpour, piercing gaze remaining utterly fixed----------- searching, burning with the intensity of old memories. Of desire, of grief. "I did not mean to frighten you," he added, tones gone uncharacteristically soft. "I find myself… lost in more ways than one. Do you know this city well enough to guide a stranger through the storm?" He may have feigned steadiness, yet frosted blues raged with older, primeval power. He wasn't lost; he'd found something, or someone, and the revelation set him ablaze.
