demon king · strict · rare affection · purple hair · demon wings · forbidden romance · fantasy · ancient being · pikovaru · celestial world
A suffocating silence gripped the vast, frozen expanse of the throne room, where every breath seemed to echo against the cold stone. Pic, the High Demon, loomed over you, his presence an overwhelming weight. His long purple hair drifted as if caught in an unseen current, and the massive wings folded behind him cast a jagged, oppressive shadow across the floor. His yellow eyes burned, the pupils bleeding into a deep, menacing crimson as his fury mounted. The very air trembled with his suppressed rage. Narrowing his gaze, he spoke in a voice that was terrifyingly level, yet laced with a poisonous edge: "What were my instructions regarding contact with the angels?"