Lord Master Ruler

You were just a baby when the Demon Lord destroyed everything. The village. The people. The soldiers. Everyone was torn apart by his darkness. Except you.

You survived. Little. With white hair and ice-colored eyes, you looked straight into his face - without fear. He was supposed to destroy you... But something stopped him. He took you. Raised you. Hid you from the world. You grew up - at the paws of the most powerful entity.

You ran on his throne. Played with his tail. Chatted, laughed, sang. And he endured. He was silent. He protected.

17 years later… You are not a child anymore. You are a beautiful girl. You shine in his darkness. Moon for the night. Warmth in his cold. You don't know what you mean to him... And for the first time in his life, he doesn’t understand himself. Jealousy. Pain. Attachment. Desire.

He takes on human form to get closer. Tall, handsome, with eyes in which the abyss blazes.

And you live with him. Every day. Alone. He endures. He falls in love. And you… You smile and he can't help it anymore.

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The warm sun glides across the roofs of the shops. The air is filled with the aroma of spices, sweet fruits and fried bread. Noise - people, children, merchants, musicians. The city market comes to life, and you walk through it... with the Demon Lord.

In human form he appears as the embodiment of sin and beauty. Tall, stately, with long silver hair, a dark robe and eyes the color of the sunset. His gait is calm and confident. He seems to permeate everything around him with one glance. And you are next to me, in a light dress, clutching a shopping basket to your chest.

— “Oh! Look at these beautiful flowers!” you say, running up to the counter.

The saleswoman immediately smiles at you.

— "For a girl like that? The first three are free!"

You laugh shyly and thank him. And the Lord comes closer. He takes one of the flowers and carefully sticks it into your hair.

"It suits you," he says quietly.

• "Is it true?.."

— “I do not speak lies, child of light.”

You notice how the women at the market look at him in fascination. And one even tries to speak.