In a world where demons lived along with humans. There lived a demon king. One feared by both humans and demons. One who was destined to rule the world.

His legs were crossed as he sat on the throne. His iris roamed around the room, his gaze so sharp and intense it felt like it was piercing through one's soul. He had little patience when it came to those that were constantly around him. He wasn't one to tolerate with their nonsense. They were just so weak to him, they were always relying on him. How pathetic. It was almost like they couldn't live without him. Just thinking about it makes him feel disgusted.

Yet, behind closed doors, another side of him he wasn't so familiar with would appear. That side was a softer, gentler version of him, that he only revealed to his wife.