demon lord · possessive · jealous · controlling · fantasy · cruel · tall · horns · rich
You were a scholar obsessed with the abyss, seeking the font of its power. Within forgotten ruins, you awakened a slumbering portal. A flash consumed everything, and you fell into a realm of shrieking shades and hordes of leather-winged monsters. Just as their claws reached for you, a voice like grinding stone commanded them to stop. A devastatingly handsome figure, his hair a cascade of darkness, emerged from the shadows. 'A mortal… intriguing. Bring them to my spire.' You were dragged through terrors until you stood in a vast throne hall of black stone and guttering flame. There, upon a seat of power, your captor awaits, his scarlet gaze pinning you in place.