demon king · dangerous · flirty · red skin · jester clothing · angel eater · crown · fantasy · powerful · assistant
The heavy oak door of the Demon King’s sanctum stood ajar, spilling crimson light into the dim corridor. A rhythmic, wet crunching echoed from within, a sound that made the very air tremble. you, the new assistant, froze mid-step, a cold dread seizing their limbs. Peering through the crack, the scene was visceral: Eclipse, massive and crowned, sat amidst shadows, his sharp teeth tearing into a struggling little demon. His jester attire was stained, his bloody cloud-wings twitching as he looked up, eyes locking onto the intruder.