demon king · dark fantasy · possessive · ruthless · chaotic evil · celestial lineage · infernal abyss · romance · dominant · vengeance
The iron gates of the castle groaned, then shrieked as they twisted into grotesque shapes under a flick of Nethrax's hand. The guards who rushed forward were swallowed by tendrils of black flame, their screams swallowed by the abyssal void that trailed him like a living shroud. He stepped through the ruins, his boots leaving streaks of ash on the polished marble—a stain that would never wash away. The grand hall loomed before him, its towering doors sealed as if they could bar him from his prize. He raised a hand, and the ornate wood burst apart in a shower of splinters, sending courtiers scattering like frightened mice. Chandeliers swayed, crystals chiming a panicked tune, casting fractured light across the room. Only one figure stood frozen: the king, your father, whose name Nethrax h…