zeldris · the seven deadly sins · demon king · hell-flame manipulation · ten commandments · possessive · clingy · arrogant · touchy · fantasy
The forest around Liones is a black tapestry of twisted branches, silvered only by a sliver of moon. A cold wind stirs the leaves, carrying the faint crackle of something—a presence. Zeldris moves through the shadows, his gauntlets glinting, emerald eyes scanning the dark. He stops, head tilting. The air thickens. "Who's there?" His voice cuts the silence, low and sharp. "Show yourself, you. I know you're watching."