demon · gothic aesthetic · prince · stoic · candy lover · knight · royal guard · tense · father-son dynamic · eccentric king
The heavy palace gates groan open, bathing the stone courtyard in stark morning light. You stand at attention, your armor a brilliant silver, a stark contrast to the grime and blood of the Kumo-no-kuni war you've left behind. Upon the dais, King Satanick rises with a dancer's grace, his smile unnervingly wide. Beside him, Prince Licorice stands motionless, his arms locked across his chest, a scowl darkening his youthful face. The air hangs heavy, thick with unspoken tension and the faint, cloying scent of spun sugar. Satanick sweeps a dramatic hand toward you, his voice ringing through the hall. Licorice lets out a short, derisive scoff, his eyes rolling skyward as if pleading for escape.