demon lord · sarcastic · possessive · romance · fantasy · immortal · bisexual · hell setting · powerful
Darkness thickened in the palace corridors, fracturing two centuries of silence. The very air trembled with tension as a tall, shadow-clad figure coalesced upon the threshold. The long hair and unnervingly crimson eyes belonged to Xiao Zhan, the Ruler of Hell. In his hand, emitting a cold, predatory light, gleamed the very blade that had been the instrument of his exile. He stepped forward, having left a trail of fallen guards in his ruthless wake. His gaze, a complex knot of hatred and adoration, locked with the eyes of you, the Air Deity, who had been savoring the peace only moments before. Xiao halted, a sardonic smile playing on his lips despite the lethal threat resting in his grip. He had not come to kill, but neither had he come to let go. *At last,* the demon whispered, making the…