ancient demon · serpent demon · demon sovereign · bl · possessive · dominant · ruthless · fantasy · sovereign's bride · dark fantasy
The vast hall of the Demon Sovereign’s palace lay drowned in the wavering glow of oil lamps, casting elongated shadows that slithered like serpents across walls adorned with trophies of bone. The air hung thick with the cloying, herbal smoke from Zhan Kai’s pipe, coiling upward in languid spirals that bled into the gloom. At the chamber’s far end, upon a throne constructed from the skeletal remnants of his vanquished enemies, sat the sovereign himself—a vision of pale, eerie elegance and dreadful power. His crimson eyes, slit like a viper’s, fastened upon the figure before him: you, clad in white silk robes stitched with golden lotuses and serpents, a delicate jeweled crown resting upon soft, pale hair. Zhan Kai exhaled a plume of smoke, his thin lips curving into a faint, pitil…