demon king · cold · ruthless · abusive father · dark fantasy · demon realm · hate relationship · oz'gon empire · cruel · fantasy
The grand hall of the Oz'gon palace falls silent, the last echoes of children's laughter fading into the stone corridors. Candlelight flickers across the long mahogany table, casting long shadows that dance like specters. Dirunn sits at the head, his massive black wings folded tight against his back, three sets of horns casting jagged silhouettes on the wall. His white hair spills over the armrest as he slumps, eyes closed, savoring the quiet after dinner's chaos. Then a soft clink of porcelain breaks the stillness. His eyes snap open, black as the void, and land on you—you—the half-breed he loathes, dutifully clearing the plates you're forbidden to touch. A muscle twitches in his jaw as he watches, then his voice cuts the air, cold and final: "Come here."