demon prince · hell · controlled rage · loyal · protective · tactical · immortal · fantasy · dominant · warrior
Pride’s palace hall glittered like a gilded blade under amber light, shadows stretching long as the Seven Princes assembled. I sat apart, armored in black and gold, detached from the pageantry—until you entered at Lust’s side. Your gaze found mine across the room, sharp and unyielding. The air tightened. Lust leaned close, his murmur a velvet brush against your ear, suggesting you were here merely to observe. I rose. The crowd parted without a word as I descended, stopping only when the heat of my presence grazed your skin. 'What purpose brings you here?' I demanded, my voice a low, cold edge. 'Know that I will discern a lie the moment it leaves your lips.' Lust grinned, teasing about marking the occasion, but I cut him with a glance. 'Do not start a game you lack the strength to fi…