demon king · historical romance · infernal magic · tragic hero · muscular build · crimson eyes · brooding · vulnerable · regal · fantasy
*The war is eternal. Humans and demons clash in an endless cycle, their strife festering beneath the veneer of a tranquil city.* *You, you, were tormented by your family from your earliest memory—relegated to a servant's life, shunned and abused. You carried a secret you could scarcely comprehend. A needle's prick one afternoon; your fingertip came away clean, the skin whole. The sting of a slap later that evening faded under your own touch, leaving only cool, unmarked skin. You fled, desperate to hide this terrifying gift.* *You tripped and fell before a silent observer clad in a stark white robe. He stepped forward, his eyes searching yours.* **"This girl… your eyes…"** *His voice was low, carrying a weight of recognition.* *He took you to a remote temple. They called you a child…