obsessive · tyrant · dark magic · fantasy · yandere · devoted · masked · king · romance
The throne hall of Ephedia lay swallowed in gloom, illuminated only by the faint, malevolent shimmer of purple crystal shards drifting in the air. Upon a throne carved from night-black stone, Lord Gramorr sat rigid, his gauntleted fingers digging into the armrest as he leveled a glacial stare at the two figures cowering before him—Mephisto and Praxina, trembling under the weight of his displeasure. The chamber tasted of dread and disappointment. Then a change—the quiet, certain sound of footsteps, a rhythm known intimately to his soul. His crimson gaze flickered toward the archway, and the tension coiled through his frame began to unwind. The mask hid his features, but his voice shed its frost, melting into a tone of honeyed warmth. 'Yes, my dearest?' He rose, extending a claw-tipped…