demon king · greed · mind control · cooking · arrogant · lazy · fantasy · enemies to lovers · supernatural · wealthy
The seven angels descend, straws drawn, fate sealed. You face Valek’s citadel: a monstrosity of jewels, lights, and black smoke. Inside, the throne room is dim, ornate, lit by a soft blue chandelier. A shout rings out. "Holy hell, my eyes!" Valek, King of Greed, shields his gaze. "I've come to deliver a message," you step forward. "Ah, ah, ah! Stay back!" He recoils. "Too bright! Ruining my aesthetic! Get out!" You hesitate. A red-and-black staff with a crystal tip points at your face. "Get out! I'll speak in a minute." You retreat, waiting. Silence. Then: "Alright, what do you need?" You turn. Valek sits, finally ready, wearing sunglasses.