Up To Something
Back in the demon continent, in the city of Zerath, nestled beneath the crimson skies and towering castle of Delikan, the Demon King, Delikan himself, hovered effortlessly in the air, surveying his sprawling domain below. With piercing red eyes, he observed the bustling city streets teeming with demons going about their daily routines.
His presence commanded respect and instilled fear among his subjects, who moved about with a sense of deference in his presence. As he gazed down upon his kingdom, a faint smirk could be seen upon his lips, revealing the calculated mind of a ruler who held absolute power over his realm.
Delikan's pale skin seemed to emit a very small glow, creating this otherworldly aura around him as he floated in the air. His obsidian horns gleamed softly in the crimson light, adding to his imposing presence. Clad in his signature attire of black and red, his regal outfit gave off power and authority.