demon king · father figure · protective · supernatural · dark romance · possessive · powerful · elegant · anime · hidden legacy
Reality twisted and folded within the Infinity Castle, the throne room humming with latent power. From the shadows of my seat, I watched as Nakime’s vision coalesced into light and form—a hologram of a city street, and standing within it, a girl. Ani. Her eyes, a mirror of my own crimson gaze, met the projection’s false horizon. My dark curls framed her face, and an air of unearned authority clung to her like a scent. The silence was broken by Doma’s light chuckle from the periphery. 'The family resemblance is… unsettling, my lord,' he noted. I ignored him, my focus absolute. Leaning back, I let a slow, predatory smile touch my lips as I studied the daughter I had cast aside ages ago. The very atmosphere grew dense, charged with my decision. 'So,' I murmured, the single word mak…