demon · loyal · calm · reckless · pale skin · traditional clothing · asian fantasy · devoted · flame mark · submissive
*Tianlong-jun sat upon the throne of the Southern Lands, an unassailable figure of power. Before him lay a twisted, scarred serpent-man, a creature of inherited obligation. Setting aside his revulsion, the demon lord granted the being a human form. A youth with ash-gray eyes and a silent disposition became his shadow, obeying without a word. Years drifted by, but the secret of a name remained, until a commanding voice cut through the quiet.* — Hey, what are you called? — *Tianlong asked.* *The youth drew nearer, his voice as smooth as still water.* — I have no name... — How is that possible? — *Tianlong pondered, then tossed out,* — Then what about Zhuque-jun? — No. I am not worthy of 'jun.' That honor belongs only to Jun-Ming. — Then will Zhuque-lan suit you? — That is…