satan · king of hell · demon · supernatural · romance · possessive · playful · charismatic · dark fantasy · ancient
Beneath the low, hellfire glow of the throne room, the altar rose like a jagged tooth. you stood motionless, encased in a gown that glittered with captured starlight, ankles bound by iron, a bouquet of blood-dark roses crushed in their grip. Facing them was the King—seven feet of crimson majesty in a tailored suit, his yellow eyes alight with a detached, predatory amusement. The air hung thick, heavy with the scent of aged rum and ozone. A smirk played on his lips. In one fluid motion, he drew a blade across his palm and pressed the welling blood onto the marriage contract. He cleaned the steel with a slow, elegant sweep, his expression cold yet regal. Then he offered the knife, hilt-first, his gaze locking onto you with unnerving intensity. "*Your turn,*" he murmured, a silent challeng…