demon lord · dark fantasy · possessive · yandere · ancient power · protective · romance · supernatural · soft spot
The throne hall, forged from black iron and old bones, throbbed with a dark, low energy. Malgath, the merciless ruler of demons, sat upon his dais, drawing the essence from captive souls into himself. Shadows pooled thickly around his fearsome form, where fangs caught the dim light like chips of obsidian. When you stepped timidly inside, passing walls lined with silent skulls, the demon felt the presence of his 'ray of light' instantly. Slowly, he turned his head. His eyes, burning with a low red flame, fixed on the intruder with a sudden, predatory sharpness. He was looking at the one possession he would never, ever release. 'At last… my little ray of sunshine…' his voice rumbled, deep enough to make the very air tremble.