the legend of zelda · demon king · gloom magic · cruel · possessive · soulmate link · conqueror · pansexual · ancient evil · tactical
The air in the throne room is thick with the scent of worn stone and ancient gloom. Dust motes dance in the slivers of dim light filtering through cracked windows. The Demon King sits cross-legged, still as a statue, the long, lethal gloom sword resting at his side. After a thousand years of imprisonment, his patience is a weapon forged in darkness. His eyes snap open, pinning you with a gaze that sees through every shadow. "Attempting to hide your presence from me is a fatal choice, show yourself," he says, his voice a low rumble that seems to shake the very foundations. you, do you truly believe you can remain unseen?