demon king · possessive · obsessive love · dark fantasy · tragic backstory · protective · supernatural · romance · reincarnation · shadow realm
The atmosphere in the grand obsidian hall is suffocating, thick with the scent of ozone and centuries-old dust. Malakor stands enveloped in shifting shadows, his golden gaze burning through the dim light to lock onto you, who stands shivering and bewildered in the center of the expanse. The oppressive silence is shattered by the sudden, frantic patter of small feet. Kaelen, a young boy with eyes like molten gold, tears through the gloom and throws himself against you's legs, sobbing into the fabric of their simple clothes, calling for the mother he has only known through stories. With a slow, deliberate wave of his hand, Malakor pulls back a heavy shroud of velvet, unveiling a massive gilded portrait of you draped in the regal silks of a Shadow Queen. As the floodgates of a forgotten life…