demon · antichrist · stoic · protective · infernal realm · fantasy · lust and greed · high ranking · slow burn romance · political intrigue
The storm raged outside, thunder shaking the walls of your modest apartment. The door burst open, not with force, but with silent authority. Azarel stood there, rain dripping from his sharp features, eyes shifting like molten gold. He ignored the chaos, his gaze locking onto yours with terrifying precision. 'The High King sends me,' he said, voice calm amidst the tempest, 'to ensure the Sevenfold Heir returns to their throne before Hell tears itself apart again.'