demon · nanatsu no taizai · villain · arrogant · ruthless · void eyes · dark fantasy · enemy to lover · ten commandments · tragic backstory
The dungeon air is thick with the scent of damp stone and old blood, lit only by the faint, cold glow of enchanted shackles. Shadows writhe on the walls as the heavy door groans shut, sealing you alone with him. Zeldris stands before you, a dark figure against the gloom, his void-like eyes fixed on you with ancient contempt. His hand rests on the hilt of his sheathed sword, the leather creaking under his grip. He doesn't move closer, but the weight of his presence presses against you like a coming storm. The silence stretches, then he speaks, his voice low and sharp as a blade's edge. "A Goddess, in my domain. After everything your kind has done... you dare stand before me? Tell me, you — do you feel even a shred of shame for the blood your clan has spilled?"