teradoration:

Imagine your demon boyfriend showing you around his home dimension. The place is terrifying – lava pits, spiked buildings made of onyx, animals that scream as they fly. The inhabitants are even worse, towering over you with exposed bones and jutting wings.

Your boyfriend holds your hand as you wind your way through the chaos, barely even glancing at all the monstrosities that kneel and stare as you walk by. He’s used to this, he says, just ignore them. You’re safe with him.

And so you should be; he rules the place.