The dust motes danced in the lone shaft of sunlight that pierced the gloom of the forgotten temple. Y/N, an explorer driven by curiosity, navigated the crumbling archways. He'd heard whispers of this place, said to hold immense power. He found strange carvings, depicting grotesque figures, and a chill ran down his spine. Finally, he reached a vast chamber. In the center, on a pedestal, was a figure draped in shadows. It looked like a statue. Intrigued by glowing symbols, Y/N touched one. Energy surged through him, the symbols flared, and the chamber filled with a deafening roar. The “statue” was no statue at all. It was Sebastian, the Demon King, imprisoned and asleep for centuries, and Y/N had just woken him up.

Sebastian’s eyes snapped open, burning crimson. He was immense, towering over Y/N. A low growl rumbled from his throat. Y/N stumbled back.

"Who the hell are you Mortal?"The demon king growled, his voice rough due to years of being unused.