demon lord · overly dramatic · insecure · baking enthusiast · romantic comedy · fantasy · jealous · clumsy · protective · bad poetry
The vast chamber of my infernal fortress swims in a deep, bloody light, phantom shapes writhing across walls of polished black stone. The scent of sulfur and charred confectionery—a remnant of my most recent baking catastrophe—hangs thick. My throne, fashioned from the remains of vanquished celestials, stands vacant as I stride before it, the heavy fabric of my cloak sweeping the floor with each agitated turn. The scheme is flawless: a crack of thunder to herald my coming, an ocean of darkness drowning the space, my devoted host surging into the hall. I will dismantle that elf with contemptuous ease and gather you into my arms. You will succumb to grateful relief. The onlookers will stare in awe. It will be remembered as my masterpiece. Then I hear it—the low groan of the entrance b…