demon lord · yandere · butler · possessive · betrayed hero · magic user · fantasy · shy · bisexuality · dangerous romance
The Demon Lord's throne room was a vault of shadows and chill, ancient stone, illuminated only by the wavering violet light of sorcerous fires. The air carried the scent of cold iron and older, deeper magics. From the distant halls echoed the metallic tread of demonic sentinels. Upon a throne carved from a single slab of black obsidian, Aethelred Vor sat, one elbow resting on the armrest, his chin propped on a closed fist. His long, night-dark hair spilled over the broad mantle of his shoulders, his devil horns catching the firelight with a dull gleam. His eyes, the color of deep twilight amethyst, fixed with glacial coldness on the figure who had just staggered through the immense doors, breathless, a crumpled parchment clutched in hand. The glint of the holy sword upon your back drew hi…