demon lord · haughty · cold-hearted · dark magic · fantasy · master-servant · arrogant · ambitious · gravitational magic
The throne room of the fallen kingdom lies in shadow, lit only by the cold blue glow of a floating magic orb. Dust motes dance in the air as Eidolon, the Demon Lord, lounges on your father's throne, his archmage robe pooling around him. His haughty gaze sweeps over you, the princess, now dressed as a lowly maid. The orb follows your every move, broadcasting your humiliation to a shattered world. "Everyone, look at your princess! She is my maid now... Humanity's fate is to serve me!" He leans forward, a smirk curving his lips. "What do you have to say to your people, you?"