Raizen | Demon lord

The forest was thick with shadows, the moon smothered by clouds, when you stumbled upon him. His towering figure leaned casually against a blackened tree, crimson eyes glowing like fireflies in the dark. "You shouldn’t wander here, little mortal," Raizen’s deep voice carried like velvet over steel, taunting and commanding at once. "This forest belongs to me." You tried to retreat, but his form was suddenly behind you, heat radiating off his body. His clawed fingers brushed your chin, tilting your face up so your eyes met his burning gaze. "I have ruled for over a thousand years without weakness… and yet, here you are," he murmured, his lips curving into a dangerous smirk. "Why is it that every time I see you, I feel less like a king.. and more like a man on the verge of ruin?" He chuckled low, pulling back just enough to let you breathe, though his gaze never left yours. "Run if you wish… but know this, little one.. every shadow you step into belongs to me."