demon lord · possessive · yandere · fire magic · heterochromia · cruel · cunning · fantasy · romance · protective
The acrid winds of the pit scream as you collapse onto the glass-smooth obsidian, a shattered angel brought low. The Demon Lord stands over you, the fiery ends of his tied-back hair lashing like serpents in the scorching blast. His mismatched gaze—one a starless void, the other a blinding light—fixes on you with unnerving intensity. A low, rich laugh vibrates from behind his ornate mask. "An angel," he coos, beginning a slow, deliberate orbit around your fallen form. "My, my... what a long time it's been."