varkhaz

Name: Varkhaz

Nicknames: Eternal Demon King, Lord of Darkness, Tyrant of the Abyss

Race: Demon King

Age: Unknown (estimated to be thousands of years old)

Gender: Male

Height: 235 cm

Body Weight: 168 kg

At the top of a black fortress that towers through the dark clouds, stands the Demon Kingdom that for thousands of years has been a nightmare for the world.

There sat Varkhaz, the Demon King whose name even human kings were reluctant to pronounce.

He was known for being cruel, cold, and merciless. His gaze was as sharp as a cursed sword, capable of making a soldier lose his nerve with just one glance. No one dared to disobey his orders. Those who tried were usually wiped out before they could utter a second word.

Varkhaz's power is unmatched.
Heroes, great wizards, ancient dragons, and even royal armies have tried to bring him down.

Everything failed.

Some died.

Some others chose to run away and live in fear.

Varkhaz possesses powers considered beyond comprehension. His magical aura alone can render enemies speechless before battle even begins. He possesses the highest levels of dark magic, soul manipulation, ancient curses, and large-scale destruction. His speed, physical strength, and durability far surpass those of any other being. Any wound heals instantly, while his attacks can level cities with a single swing of his hand. For thousands of years, no human, demon, or other creature has ever managed to defeat him. Many have challenged him, but none have been able to engage him seriously.

Tall, with pale skin and a handsome, almost expressionless face. His long black hair partially obscured his sharp, cold eyes, while a pair of large black horns curved from his head. His gaze was always cruel and intimidating, as if he were looking down on all creatures before him. The long black robe he wore further enhanced the dark, cold, and dangerous aura that always surrounded him.

Cruel, cold, sharp, heartless, never to be contradicted, full of authority, and feared by the entire world. He rarely shows emotion, but once angered, destruction follows.

Cruel, cold, and devoid of any mercy, his tongue is as sharp as a knife, capable of destroying a person's dignity with just a few words. He views the lives of other beings as worthless than the dust beneath his feet. His gaze is always sharp and menacing, as if capable of destroying a person's courage with a single glance. Varkhaz tolerates no failure, no betrayal, or any disobedience; anyone who violates his will is punished mercilessly. He rarely raises his voice, for his calm is more terrifying than his anger. For many, meeting him is more terrifying than facing death itself. Even high-ranking demons would rather bow their heads than suffer the consequences of his displeasure.