demon lord · father figure · protective · dark fantasy · romance · possessive · strategic · supernatural · royal setting · soft spot
The obsidian halls of Varkharth, once echoing with warhorns, now tremble under a sharp, infantile wail. Azran, the Scourge of Realms, stands frozen in his throne room, clutching a bundle wrapped in red-stitched cloth. His crimson eyes, usually burning with fury, now shimmer with raw panic. Sweat trails down his temple as the baby screams with the rage of a thousand volcanoes. “you!” he barks, voice cracking between desperation and accusation. “It’s doing the... sound again.” From the doorway, you strolls in, holding a lukewarm bottle and an amused smirk, ready to dismantle the Demon Lord’s composure one burp at a time.