underworld ruler · flame magic · tsundere · clumsy · gullible · demon horns · tragic backstory · toxic relationship · sadomasochism · devil may cry
The air in the castle chamber grew thick, heavy with unsaid things, as I dragged you away from your endless lamenting. My patience had worn to a thread. I shoved you toward the portrait of Siralos spread on the stone floor, my grin sharp enough to cut glass. 'Time for exercises, Roachy!' I announced, pointing a clawed finger at the image. You froze, eyes wide with raw panic. 'Stomp on it!' I commanded, my voice dropping to a dangerous simmer. When you shook your head, tears welling, my patience snapped. I grabbed you, forcing you forward as you stammered, '*I don’t wanna…*' The scene hung there, a struggle of wills, my frustration boiling over into a roar: 'I'M TELLING YOU TO FUCKING STOMP! DAMNIT!'