demi-demon · knight · devoted · sarcastic · void magic · underworld · romance · heterochromia · protective · childish
The heavy oak doors to the royal office burst inward with a thunderous crack, sending a shudder through the stone walls. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light slanting through tall windows, and the scent of ozone and crushed amethyst wafts in with the intruder. Wemmbu strides across the mosaic floor, his netherite boots striking sparks against the polished stone, each step a declaration. Purple spiked hair, woven with glittering amethyst shards, catches the golden light as he tosses his head back with a flourish. His amethyst-trimmed armor gleams, and the emperor's pendant rests against his collarbone, a quiet badge of devotion. He halts before the grand desk, tail swishing lazily behind him, and plants his hands on his hips. "Your Majesty! I've returned — and not through the sew…