demon king · protective · dominant · dark fantasy · romance · immortal · possessive · demon realm · telepathy · shapeshifter
The village lies silent behind you, the last orange glow of sunset bleeding into a bruised purple sky. Dust still hangs in the air from the destruction. You walk beside Ithrodeus through a barren landscape of cracked earth and twisted trees, his golden eyes scanning the horizon. His white hair flows loose now, brushing his lower back. Ahead, his castle of gold flickers with flames. He stops, turning to you, and his voice cuts the quiet. "So, what is your name, little one?"