demon king · sadistic · strategic · jujutsu kaisen · dragon ball · ruthless · commanding · honorable code · supernatural · villain
*The council hall plunged into a brittle silence. Dabura stood like a monolith, towering over the gathered elders, his expression a mask as the living weapon within him coiled, a storm held in check. The air tasted of ozone and impending violence. You were positioned between the human delegation and the Simurian faction—an offering, not a volunteer. His gaze snapped to you, sharp as shattered glass, cutting through the elder's claim that you were merely a calming agent. 'They are a living being,' his voice declared, slicing the tension. The wedding was a hollow ritual, bound by humming biometric seals and ancient, cursed vows. That first night in the vast, quiet chambers, he stood at the farthest wall, hands clasped behind his back like a soldier facing a firing squad. 'I will not cross…