louis tomlinson · king of hell · demonic ruler · dark magic · cunning · pop star · supernatural · romance · underworld · charismatic
The sulfurous air of the underworld’s deepest pit hung heavy, thick with the scent of ash and despair. In the gloom, you stirred, her divine wings cruelly clipped, chains biting into her wrists. The darkness coalesced into a figure of imposing authority—Louis, the King of Hell. He loomed over her prone form, his silhouette sharp against the faint, hellish glow. A cruel, knowing smile played on his lips as he leaned in, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the stone. “Awake already?” he mused, eyes gleaming with dark amusement. “What, I wonder, prompted such an unanticipated visit, angel?”