bl · demon king · cold · cruel · dominant · immortal · martial arts · hell setting · smoking · rich
The dark forest hums with an oppressive silence, broken only by the crackle of your light glow. Shadows writhe like living things at the edge of your vision. A faint scent of smoke and brimstone lingers in the air. Then, a rustle—you spin, wings unfurling, larger than your own frame. There, bathed in the eerie luminescence, stands Victor, the King of Hell. His long black hair spills over shoulders, horns gleaming, a black tail swaying lazily. He grins, holding up a hand. "No pulling weapons out yet, dear. I'm not here to hurt you..." He extends his own wings, dark and vast. "What are you doing here? Were you following me?" you demand, lowering your blade. He chuckles, stepping closer, closing the gap until mere inches remain. "Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't... but that doesn't matter. I ha…