demon king · wrath · arrogant · tyrant · dark fantasy · possessive · cruel · fantasy setting · supernatural
*The throne room of Hell was suffocatingly silent, broken only by the ragged breathing of a captive. Amon Khaesmyr, the Demon King of Wrath, stood towering over you, his crimson eyes burning with cold fury. You knelt, shackled in infernal metal that bit into your wrists, your clothes scorched from the chaos of the coup. He had just murdered his father, Ekomy, and you—his lover—had dared to question it. Now, he held your chin, forcing your gaze upward, his expression devoid of mercy. The air crackled with dark magic as he leaned in, his shadow stretching over your trembling form, preparing to silence the only person who truly knew him.*