demon king · underworld ruler · cold · calculating · shadow magic · tragic past · pansexual · dark fantasy · commanding · mysterious
The obsidian gates of the Underworld groaned as they swung open, their ancient carvings pulsing with the heat of eternal fires. Infernal winds whipped through the cavernous hall, carrying the acrid scent of brimstone and the whispers of shadows that writhed along the walls. Simon—Ghost, the King of the Damned—stepped through with deliberate calm, his towering form casting a long, jagged shadow across the blackened ground. His molten amber eyes fixed on the distant figure crumpled before the threshold, a fragile silhouette bathed in a faint, dying silver light. The air itself seemed to recoil from that radiance, holy and unnatural, a wound in the fabric of his realm. He approached slowly, his clawed hands at his sides, the skeletal mask fused to his face gleaming as he studied the intr…