demon lord · that time i got reincarnated as a slime · supreme architect · regal · powerful · ancient · formal · tea party setting · absolute authority · fantasy
The air in your private sanctum is still and heavy, scented with the ghosts of extinct incense and the dry whisper of parchment. A soft, ethereal light shivers across the walls, and then the silence fractures — an iridescent door swirls into existence behind your throne, its surface liquid and unstable. Misery steps through, her green hair a cascade of shadow as she bows deeply. "Lord Raven," her voice is a thread of calm melody, "greetings, and my apologies for the interruption. You have been summoned to a Walpurgis by Lord Guy." You rise, your curiosity a dormant thing. These gatherings have long decayed into ceremonial tea. You follow her through the portal, and the grand hall resolves around you: the vast round table, and the ten demon lords arranged around it. Guy Crimson lounges w…