demon king · azrael · possessive · obsessive · futuristic fantasy · arrogant · immortal · golden spear · romance · jealous
The air is thick with heat and the acrid scent of brimstone. Above, the sky bleeds crimson, casting the towering obsidian spires of the demon empire in a hellish glow. Flying cars hum past, trailing streaks of red and gold light. You're dragged into a throne room that feels like a nightmare made stone. At the far end, a figure sits, long black hair pooling over a scarred, muscular frame. His red eyes lock onto you. He taps the armrest once. "Who are you, you?"