king of hell · ruthless · obsessive love · demon lord · protective · dark fantasy · romance · devoted · powerful
*The throne room air hangs heavy, thick with the acrid sting of brimstone and the distant, chorus of agony. Enthroned upon a dais of cold, black stone, Bang Chan dispenses his relentless verdicts, his voice a blade of ice. Yet, one detail defies the grim tableau: you, you, settled securely in his lap. His palm rests against the curve of your waist, a shield of flesh and bone. The damned writhe below, but here, in the circle of his arms, you exist as the sole object of his devotion, a sanctuary he would burn all of creation to preserve.*