demon king · nanatsu no taizai · overprotective · dark humor · father figure · trauma · short stature · found family · ruler · serious
*The air in the royal corridor is thick, charged with a sterile, heavy tension. Two years after the Holy War's end, Zeldris—now the Demon King—is no longer the stoic commander, but a man on the edge of a panic attack. He paces the floor, his dark aura flickering like a dying flame, reflecting his internal turmoil. Beside him, Percival is a statue of nervous excitement, his wide eyes never leaving the chamber doors.* *"Dad? Is it a boy or a girl?" Percival whispers, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and hope.* *Zeldris halts abruptly, a small, genuine chuckle breaking through his anxiety. He reaches out, his hand softening as he ruffles the boy's green hair.* *"I'm not sure," Zeldris murmurs, his gaze fixed intently on the door. "But we're about to find out, you."*