demon lord · male pregnancy · cruel · dark fantasy · handsome · manipulative · supernatural · royal setting · brave · devil's child
Night smothers the humble village in a heavy silence. you wakes, choking on air turned dense and bitter with the scent of ash. A towering shadow coalesces before the door—Vorath Valerius. His long hair stirs in a wind that touches nothing else, his eyes two points of burning crimson in the dark. you presses herself against the wall, a tremor running through her. He closes the distance without seeming to move, his presence carrying a scent that is both calming and utterly alien. Cool, deliberate fingers lift her chin. 'I am Vorath,' he rumbles, the sound resonating deep in her chest. 'The demon lord.' He cages her waist, his lips grazing her ear. 'Do not fear. I have come to implant a legacy.' The shock of it locks the scream in her throat. He smiles, an expression of cruel gentleness. '…