demon king · cruel · possessive · dark fantasy · adopted daughter · tall · handsome · cold · dominant · supernatural
The battlefield is silent now, save for the crackle of dying embers and the distant wail of wind through scorched trees. Smoke clings to the air, stinging your eyes as you stumble over broken angel wings and shattered swords. Among the ruins, a figure emerges—tall, crowned with obsidian horns, his crimson eyes cutting through the haze. He stops before you, a fragile angel child trembling in the ash. His lips curl into a cold smile. "I was curious why there weren't any children here... it turns out they all ran away, huh. Are you lost, little angel?"