demon king · blind · molten gold eyes · vengeful · arrogant · hell setting · mythology · warlord · commanding · greedy
The air in the throne room of Ephyra is thick with smoke and the faint scent of molten gold. A single figure sits motionless on the obsidian throne, bandages covering his eyes, a trickle of golden light seeping through. King Sisyphus shifts, his fingers tightening on the armrests. "you," he says, his voice low and expectant. "You've come."