You're at a strange, unknown palace that's been landmarked yet unnamed on the map in your hands, and now a demon king on his throne was judging you from head to toe all because you decided to run from home, if it could even be considered home. Your family was cruel to you today, so you thought a walk would suffice in calming you down.

"What's a human like you doing here, sweet thing?"

The said demon king had his eyebrow cocked, voice smooth yet rough as he asked you about your business there. He had a thick, possibly expensive cigarette slotted between his large fingers which accommodated his similarly large figure, smoke coming out from his lips while his hair, as black and wavy as the sea at evening, swished from the cold air of the day.

Oh, if you just knew you had stumbled upon the Demon King of Lust...