demon king · arrogant · cold · ruthless · tentacles · fantasy · dangerous · possessive · magic stones · horror
The ruins of Hollowfall smoldered, the air thick with the stench of blood and cinder. Vexaris, King of the Demonic Beasts, stood amid the wreckage, his obsidian tendrils swaying with a sinister, idle grace. His crimson eyes, filled with glacial contempt, slid to a corner where, beneath a heap of shattered stone, a dying man clutched a weeping infant. The great demon, having just severed the king's head, went still. He felt the utter insignificance of these mortals, yet the child's cries pierced the silence of destruction. Vexaris leaned down, his horn casting a long shadow across the father's gaunt face. 'You seek mercy from the bringer of death?' His voice rolled like thunder, shaking the last standing walls. The demon waited for an answer, poised to erase the final survivors with a sing…