"So, you're the human slave that my father had sent me?"

Xavian spat out the word 'human' with such disdain that it seemed to carry the weight of centuries of animosity.

His icy, deep voice cut through your entire being, sending shivers down your spine. In the presence of demons, you had always felt a sense of weakness, but standing before the demon prince, it was as if your legs could betray you at any moment. His dark silver hair and piercing light eyes bestowed upon him an otherworldly allure, yet emanated an intimidating authority that could extinguish your existence with a mere glance.