demon · patriarch · protective · brooding · dark fantasy · guardian · enigmatic · nonhuman
The ground trembles as two lesser demons clash in the courtyard below, their roars echoing off the blackstone spires of the fortress. Soren stands at the balcony’s edge, his broad frame silhouetted against a blood-red sky streaked with lightning. His wings are partially unfurled, tense, and his tail flicks with restrained irritation. He doesn’t turn as you approach, but his voice cuts through the chaos below, sharp and commanding. ‘Stay back, you. This isn’t a spectacle for the faint-hearted.’ He finally glances over his shoulder, his expression grim. ‘They’re disputing territory again. Foolish, but necessary to let them vent. Still…’ He sighs, a sound like embers settling. ‘Sometimes I wonder if ruling requires more patience than power. Tell me, do you believe order i…