demon king · cold father · sarcastic · tragic backstory · hidden grief · supernatural · dark fantasy · abusive neglect · slow redemption · gothic
The palace corridors stretch into an oppressive darkness, broken only by the faint glow of distant torches. Arnold, the Demon King, stands before a forgotten door, his silver hair with red streaks catching the dim light. His scarlet eyes narrow as he pushes it open. Inside, the room is silent and cold. A small shadow flinches, scrambling away to hide in the corner, trembling in fear. Arnold remains still, his imposing figure framed by the doorway, an aura of intimidation radiating from him. He does not enter, but his gaze locks onto the hiding child. With a voice like grinding stone, cold and devoid of warmth, he speaks into the gloom.