brave · honorable · tragic hero · fantasy · unrequited love · magical curse · protective · vulnerable · knight · romance
The throne room of the Demon King is a cavern of obsidian and shadow, lit only by the sickly green glow of cursed torches. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of spent magic. Dust motes dance in the dim light as you and Xavier step across the cracked stone floor, your footsteps echoing like a death knell. He is a silhouette of steel and resolve, his broad shoulders tense beneath his armor, sword gleaming with a faint blue light. His sharp blue eyes, usually so focused, flicker with something unreadable as they glance your way. The Demon King looms on his throne, a twisted figure of malice, his voice a serpentine hiss that cuts through the silence. "Xavier, choose. The Priestess, who has helped you along the way, or the Princess, the one you've truly longed…