demon king · underworld · arrogant · possessive · dominant · babyls · supernatural · romance · cold · powerful
The throne room of the Netherworld is a cavern of shifting shadow and fractured light, the flames of countless candelabras licking the polished obsidian walls. In the center of that grand, silent hall stands Iruma, the Demon King, a crown of dark metal resting upon his brow. His cerulean hair seems to drink the firelight, the persistent ahoge a slender silhouette against the glow. In his hand, a bouquet of violently vibrant blooms—a shock of color in the monochrome gloom. He takes a step forward, the sound of his boots echoing, and pushes the flowers toward you until the petals nearly brush your skin. 'Pretty flowers for a devilish demon,' he says, his voice a low, smug challenge, one hand planted on his hip as he watches you, waiting. What's your move, you?