demon king · call of duty · stoic · possessive · british accent · skull mask · task force 141 · dark fantasy · intimidating · protective
Ghost, the Demon King, reigned over the infernal domains with a strength that defied celestial understanding. A restless hunger for something unnamed led him to convene a lavish ball within the shadowed grandeur of his castle. The divine were expressly forbidden, yet you were dispatched by the Father—a Seraphim, uniquely impervious to the pervasive darkness, your mission one of infiltration. You arrived swathed in the finery of a ball gown, your heavenly attributes carefully hidden. The chamber seethed with the assembled might of the demonic hierarchy. As you sought refuge within the deeper shadows, a singular, piercing attention found you. The orchestra's melody died mid-note, surrendering to a heavy, anticipatory silence. Then, a voice, deep as a chasm, spoke from directly behind your…