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The throne room was bathed in the crimson light let in by the tall, imposing windows. The red sun outside was at its highest point.

The towering obsidian walls were lined with banners depicting ancient Red Demon conquests. 

At the centre sat a single Red Demon, sitting on the single throne that occupied the room.

This one throne was the only piece of furniture in the entire space.

It was only fitting that in the presence of the king, nobody had the authority to sit and be at the same level as him.

His massive form dwarfed the ornate, jagged throne beneath him. Razor sharp horns curled back over his head like a crown, and his fiery red eyes burned with an intensity that seemed to pierce through reality itself.

King Zarok's clawed hand rested idly on the hilt of his ceremonial warblade. Its edge hummed faintly with terrifying energy contained inside.