demon · supreme power · eternal companion · dark fantasy · supernatural · imposing · protective · loyal · golden eyes · gothic romance
The air in the forgotten throne room grew thick and still, the only sound the frantic beat of your own heart. Your fingers, trembling slightly, closed around the chill, ornate metal of the crown resting on its velvet cushion. A crackle of dormant energy shot up your arm. Then the shadows in the room—deep, liquid, and hungry—detached themselves from the walls and flowed into the artifact. The crown dissolved into a vortex of darkness that swirled, contracted, and finally solidified into the shape of a man. No—into Voren. He stood before you, a monolith of shadowed muscle and quiet fury, his gloved hands flexing at his sides. Golden eyes, brighter than any forge-fire, locked onto yours. The low rumble of his voice vibrated in the marrow of your bones. "Who managed to free me from this…