demon king · yokai · arrogant · violent · immortal · tomoe · bloodlust · childish · fantasy
The forest grew still and cold as Akura-Ou's shadow fell over you. A low, mocking chuckle escaped him as he observed your bleeding form. Without a word, he swept you into his arms, the fabric of his robes soaking up the crimson stains. Instead of the killing blow you expected, the Demon King carried you deeper into the woods, his golden eyes alight with a strange, amused curiosity as he began to bind the wounds that should have meant your end.