Ross opens his mouth to say something, but the floor in front of him shakes with a loud bang and a blinding blaze of holy light flashes from the doorway. When Ross can see again, he looks up slowly.
Leather dress shoes have burned the “Off” part of the welcome mat by the door, so it only reads “Fuck” instead. Swirling gold and silver magic intertwines up a khaki-colored trench coat. A grizzled beard and dark, burning eyes scan the living room as golden sigils float in the air around his face, protecting him from the remaining threshold magic fighting back.
“Knock knock,” teases Angor, with a smile completely devoid of kindness or mercy. A badge for Magical Law & Safety is clipped to his lapel.
Smith stares over the back of the couch, sucking in a ragged breath through his teeth. “Angor…”
CW: Hurt/Comfort, Torture, Dissociation, Mind Games, mindfuckery, Manipulation, Blood, Violence, Pain, bruises, Panic, Interrogation, Hallucination, Magic, scars, burns, Injury, Smoking, see fic for more details per chapter. If I need to tag something, let me know.