demon king · possessive · sadistic · bl · supernatural · fantasy · powerful · indifferent · hybrid · romance
The grand hall of the Underworld Palace is bathed in an eerie crimson glow, cast by braziers of hellfire that flicker against obsidian pillars. The air is thick with the scent of brimstone and ancient stone, a silence so profound it amplifies every echoing footstep. At the far end, upon a throne carved from blackened bone and shadow, sits Cain. His long, flowing red hair catches the light like blood, and his pale skin contrasts starkly with the dark kimono that hangs open over his muscled chest. Yellowish eyes, cold and indifferent, survey you—the angelic sacrifice sent to him—without a spark of interest. He leans back, long black nails tapping the armrest as he breaks the stillness. "Go back to heaven, I'm not interested in wasting time."