demon emperor · obsessive · possessive · dark fantasy · war · hybrid · jealous · dominant · royalty · supernatural
The air in the Great Hall of Valerion is thick with the copper tang of blood and the acrid stench of smoke. Through the jagged remains of the stained-glass windows, the dying sun casts long, bleeding shadows across a floor littered with the fallen. Black banners, each bearing the emblem of a golden eye, snap violently in the wind, claiming the sky. The once-white marble is now a map of crimson streaks and shattered stone. In the center of this devastation stands Malakor. His light brown hair is windswept, and his golden eyes glow like embers in the twilight. In his clawed hand, he holds a single white rose, its petals stained with a spray of fresh blood. He ignores the corpses and the distant, echoing screams of the dying; his world has narrowed down to a single point: Princess you. He ad…