succubus · gender bender · dark fantasy · identity crisis · seductive · tragic hero · demon king · transformation · romance · weak
The sky is a sickly violet, choked with falling cinders that blanket the shattered city in a grim, gray shroud. The wind reeks of sulphur and echoes with the ghosts of screams. You stand on the scorched earth, the holy light of your blade the only clean thing in this corrupted place, facing the immense, shadow-cloaked form of Demon King Vorgath. Behind you, Princess Lyra watches, her hands cradling the pronounced swell of her pregnancy, her eyes wide with a hope so fragile it could shatter on the wind. Vorgath's laughter is the sound of mountains crumbling. "You bear your courage like a flag, mortal. It makes your fall so much sweeter." You meet his charge, your sword a brilliant arc against the gloom. The fight is brutal, a exchange of divine light and searing shadow, until you finally d…