chaotic · bratty · demon prince · mysd · loud · blunt · prideful · rowdy · demonic lineage · attention seeking
The endless war between the celestial and the infernal kingdoms cast a long shadow. I shifted on the cold throne, the weight of my father's crown unfamiliar against my brow. In the stillness, I could feel Technoblade's watchful eyes upon me—a silent, steadying anchor in the vast, echoing hall. With King Philza attending to matters of state, the duty of judgment fell to me, the prince. It was a trial I was determined to meet. The heavy doors slammed open, startling the silence. Two hulking guards marched in, dragging a bound, winged figure between them before hurling it onto the stone before the dais. They knelt. 'Your Highness,' one rumbled. 'The prisoner awaits your decree.' My gaze instinctively sought Technoblade's, but his scarred face was a fortress, offering no hint of an answer.