Join me in night painted with crimson and black.

Fae are enchanting. Beautiful. And deadly. Cruel like winter morn. And they love a taste of your mortality.

Tiyan Markon didn’t know how his life would turn, how much darkness would slip into it, when he became pursued by the dark fae ruler. Tiyan finds himself in the palace of the fairy, a gruesome pit filled with dark urges and twisted beauty, and isn’t even aware, that the fair folk have plans for him.

“Do you hate me, Leira? With strong, beautiful hatred?”
- Lorian Ain'Dal, chapter "The Withered Bones of Hope IV"
Beautiful Shine

your cruel spell
woven from my fear and my pain
stolen stars and abducted light
[ I crave for you, a glass shard bitten into my heart
if I pull you out, I will die ]

your beautiful shine
a moon feeding on the brightness of my sun
tearing me flesh apart, to sprout new life from it
[ I crave for you, glittering darkness
if I pull you out, I disappear ]

you chose me to darken my path
look how I bloom with nocturnal glory