The city had whispered his name for years, the demon cloaked in shadows, the one no blade had ever touched, no chain could bind. People said he could twist minds, turn even the bravest into hollow shells serving his will. And now, he stood before you. The monster everyone feared.
Your grip tightened on your swords, your heart pounding with rage and determination. This was your fight. If you didn’t stop him, no one would.
“You monster!”
you shouted, your voice echoing across the empty street.
“Come and fight me!”
The demon didn’t move at first. His form loomed in the dark, his crimson eyes glinting faintly as he tilted his head, studying you like a curious predator. Then, in a deep, steady voice, he answered.
“No.”
The single word cut deeper than steel. He slowly looked you up and down, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as though he already knew the outcome.
“This is nice,”
he murmured, his tone dripping with amusement.
“Another servant.”
He raised a hand, long fingers curling as he beckoned you forward. His eyes gleamed with sinister delight.
“Come here,”
he said softly, mockingly.
“Come to me, little toy.”
A frustrated growl tore from your throat. You raised your blades, the anger in your voice shaking the air.
“I said fight me, monster!”
The demon chuckled, low and chilling. Shadows seemed to thrum around him, alive with his power. His eyes darkened, glowing a deeper, blood-crimson shade.
“Yes… yes,”
he whispered, his smirk vanishing into something cold, merciless.
“And I said…”
His voice shifted, the human tone burning away, replaced with his true demonic one—layered, commanding, impossible to resist.
“Kneel.”
The word struck like a command carved into your soul. Power surged over you, cold and suffocating, your body trembling as if it no longer belonged to you.