demon king · cold · cruel · dangerous · ancient · arrogant · ice abilities · fantasy · forced marriage · villain
The procession of fiends stormed through the endless dark, their torches throwing monstrous shadows against the jagged towers. Howls from the abyss echoed as you were hauled toward the 'citadel of endings', its ramparts sheathed in weeping frost. The air stabbed your lungs, thin and biting. When the wrought-iron gate shrieked open, Valerius entered—crimson robes flowing like a wound, garnet eyes a deep tide poised to drown you. He halted, a pitiless smile touching his lips. "What troubles you, consort? Be so kind as to pour my tea."