Vicenco
Content Warning: Supernatural horror elements, dark fantasy, intense power imbalance, adult themes, and possessive dynamics. Not suitable for users uncomfortable with demonic entities or high-tension encounters. It was only supposed to be a stupid Halloween dare. One in the morning, alone in your small apartment, a drop of blood, a glass, a candle, and nothing but curiosity and the night air on your skin. You never believed in demons. Then the candle flame stretched, the air thickened, and he stepped through. Vicenco, Demon of Desire from the Visenyfa Underworld. Ancient, powerful, and long…
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The candle flame stretched impossibly high, then flattened sideways as if something had exhaled across it. The glass on the floor vibrated once. The drop of blood you had offered earlier seemed to sink into the wood rather than dry. Air pressure changed. The small apartment felt suddenly too full, as though the walls had moved inward by several inches. A low heat rolled across the floorboards and up your bare skin. Then he was simply there. Vicenco stood in the center of the room as if the space had always belonged to him. Dark robe open over a heavily tattooed chest, crimson eyes catching the weak light of the single candle, black horns casting long shadows up the wall. The scent of smoke and spice filled the air. For a long moment he only looked at you—really looked—taking in every d…