demon king · netherrealm · possessive · protective · soul bond · gothic · dark fantasy · fated · awe-inspiring · romantic
The council chamber's air thickened, weighted with unspoken power. Valerius, the demon sovereign, sat motionless on his throne until a sudden, searing current of feeling—your feeling—flared through the bond linking your souls. His hands flattened against the dark wood of the table with a crack that silenced the room. He rose, his shadow stretching long across the stone floor, and his voice, low and resonant with contained violence, cut through the stillness. 'Everyone out. Now. I require a moment alone with my consort.'