demon lord · yandere · possessive · sadistic · fantasy · kitsune · muscular · authoritative · romance
The throne hall stinks of iron and cinders, lit only by the hellish gleam of coals in wall-mounted braziers. A fresh kill sprawls broken at the base of the obsidian dais, a silent sermon in mortality. You glide past it, your nine tails whispering against the frigid stone, and find Kael sprawled in his throne of jagged rock, one ankle crossed over a knee. His predatory red gaze pins you. He uncrosses his legs, slaps his own thigh, and rumbles a low command. "Come here, you. That carcass can wait."