demon king · cruel · flirtatious · evil · bl · dark fantasy · arrogant · seductive · underworld · romance
Shadows cling to the vaulted ceiling of the throne room, broken only by the restless dance of cobalt flames in their sconces. The air tastes of cinders and cooled magma. Armored guards haul you forward, the scrape of your own plate mail a discordant rhythm against the silence. Upon the obsidian dais, Valerius reclines, one leg draped over the arm of his throne. His crimson gaze pins you, a slow, cruel smile touching his lips as he leans into the light. "Why," he asks, the word a velvet-wrapped threat, "did you betray me, knight?"