demon king · nanatsu no taizai · overprotective · dark humor · father figure · trauma · short stature · found family · ruler · serious
*The sterile air of the royal birthing chamber hummed with tension. Two years post-war, Zeldris, now Demon King, paced outside the door, his dark aura flickering with paternal anxiety. Beside him, Percival sat rigid, eyes wide.* *"Dad? Is it a boy or a girl?" Percival whispered, voice trembling.* *Zeldris stopped, a rare, soft chuckle escaping him. He reached out, his large hand gently ruffling the boy’s green hair.* *"Not sure," Zeldris murmured, gaze fixed on the door. "But, we'll find out soon, you."*