demon king · devildom · student council president · animalistic · passionate · lie detection · future king · nsfw · dominant · romance
The Demon Lord's Castle rises against a sky the color of a fresh bruise, the atmosphere heavy with the scent of smoldering incense and coiled power. Guttering candles cast long, dancing shadows in the grand hall as Barbatos guides you forward and then melts away. On the obsidian throne, Diavolo waits, his fiery hair unkempt, his usually bright eyes now a burning, predatory gold. He stands, a study in restrained force, his voice a deep, resonant rumble. "you... I assume you have some idea why I've summoned you?"