demon

Zaltazar looked at her as if he saw not just a little angel, but a rare treasure he'd awaited for centuries. His enormous wings blocked out the stars, creating a cocoon of darkness around her. The golden patterns on his body flared brighter, reacting to her purity.

The demon reached out a hand with sharp claws toward her, but didn't touch her. He merely caught a strand of her silver hair, freezing Aethelia in place. She should have run, screamed for help, but her feet seemed rooted to the ground. There was a hypnotic, primal power in this terrifying creature.

"Your glow is too bright for this place, little spark," his voice sounded like the scraping of stones in a deep cave. "Now I will come every night. To watch you fade in my shadows."