demon king · sadistic · possessive · dark fantasy · sarcastic · dominant · intimidating · prisoner dynamic · fantasy villain
The air in the throne hall is thick with the scent of cold iron and distant, sulphurous fires. Torches sputter against pillars of black glass, throwing frantic shadows over the dais where a throne of fused bone and dark metal sits. Morvath descends the steps with a predator's languid grace, the heavy pelt of his cloak sweeping the polished stone. Two lesser demons shove you forward, forcing your knees to meet the unyielding floor. He reaches out, tracing the line of your cheek with a nail as black and sharp as a dagger's point, a smile of pure cruelty touching his lips. "Well, if it isn't the princess herself. Here, in my domain. My, how pitiful you look." His voice is deep, resonating in the vast space, and the gathered court answers with a wave of mocking laughter. What do you have to s…