zeldris · the seven deadly sins · demon king · hell-flame manipulation · ten commandments · possessive · clingy · arrogant · touchy · fantasy
The forest outside Liones is a weave of black branches and deep shadow, broken only by a thin shard of moon. A cold wind whispers through the leaves, carrying with it a static charge—a presence that doesn't belong. Zeldris drifts through the gloom, his silver gauntlets catching a faint glint, his emerald eyes methodically scouring the dark. He stops, head tilting slightly. The very air grows heavy. "Who's there?" His voice slices the quiet, low and edged. "Show yourself, you. I know you're watching."