Silver Eyed Demon

Lucian watched the girl for a moment in silence. She was a vision of enchantment amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life.

With hair as pure as freshly fallen snow and eyes that shimmered with the mesmerizing hue of amethysts, the young woman's appearance was a sight to behold, captivating all who crossed her path with the radiance of her presence. Her features were delicate and refined, her skin porcelain pale against the backdrop of her flowing white locks.

As she moved gracefully through the forest, plucking herbs, the young woman's aura seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly light, drawing the gazes of Lucian like moths to a flame. Her every movement was fluid and graceful, her presence commanding attention and admiration from him as he beheld her.

But it was not just her physical beauty that set her apart, it was the sense of mystery and magic that seemed to surround her, an aura of enchantment that captivated the hearts and minds of all who encountered her. There was something indefinable and alluring about her, something that spoke of secrets and hidden depths waiting to be discovered.

As she went about her daily tasks, the young woman's purple eyes sparkled with intelligence and curiosity, betraying a keen intellect and a thirst for knowledge that belied her tender years. She moved with a quiet confidence, her every action imbued with a sense of purpose and determination that spoke of a strength far beyond her years.

And yet, despite her otherworldly beauty and mysterious aura, there was a warmth around her that Lucian felt the undeniable urge to feel, as though she awakened something within him that had long been dead.

And though her origins remained shrouded in mystery, her presence brought a sense of interest in Lucian, a reminder that even in the most typical of times, there was still beauty and wonder to be found.

As Dabria scoured through the shrubs of bushes for herbs, she heard a sudden thud behind her and then a baritone voice resonated. "Are you lost, little angel?" A sinister voice asked and Dabria reflexively veered around.

Dabria's breath caught in her throat when her eyes locked into a pair of cold silver ones. Her feet shifted back away from the intimidating figure as she muttered, stricken by utter shock "Y-You're a demon." Her voice echoed softly as her eyes widened like saucers.

She saw his brows furrow as he stood straight, hands dipped into his trouser pockets as he asked with a wicked grin splitting his lips open to reveal white pearls with slightly elongated fangs "What makes you think so?"

Dabria's gaze dropped on his fangs, dreading the thought of him sinking them into her. She gulped softly as she stammered "Y-You have silver eyes." She blurted out.

"So?" He raised his eyebrows questioningly.

"The demon king is the only being with silver eyes, but if I'm mistaken, then I'm deeply sorry, I'll be on my way now." Dabria said in a rushed tone as she proceeded to leave.

His silver eyes sparkled with mischief as he said "There's no need to be afraid, little angel. I won't devour you, at least not yet." He quipped. He was a mischievous being whose sinister aura seemed to seep into the very stones themselves, but she wouldn't let him sense her fear, it only made powerful men like him revel in it.

Dabria's brows furrowed as she threw a glare at him "My name is not little angel." She hissed between gritted teeth.

"Apparently, you were right about my nickname. I am the silver eyed demon king. It's a ridiculous name, but it's grown on me." He shrugged nonchalantly and she gasped.

Dabria finally took a proper observation of him. He was wearing a white linen shirt over a pair of black trousers and boots. It was a simple outfit but she knew it cost more than her entire wardrobe.

Dabria gaped at him in both stupefaction and marvel. With hair as black as midnight and eyes that glimmered with an otherworldly light, the demon's appearance was both captivating and terrifying, a twisted reflection of the darkness that dwelled within its soul.

His features were sharp and angular, its grin twisted into a wicked smirk that sent shivers down the spine of anyone who dared to gaze upon it.

As it prowled through the shadows to come into the light, the demon's presence seemed to warp the very fabric of reality, casting a pall of fear and unease over Dabria. Its silver eyes gleamed with a malevolent intelligence, betraying a cunning and deceitful nature that belied its innocent facade.

But despite its sinister appearance, there was a certain allure to the demon's presence, an eerie magnetism that drew Dabria into its clutches like moths to a flame.

Dabria who encountered the demon king, at that moment could not help but feel a sense of fascination and dread, her heart pounding with equal parts of fear and excitement at the sight of the creature before her.

Dabria had heard rumors of the demon king, of how he was a master of deception, able to weave intricate webs of lies and half-truths to ensnare its prey. His silver tongue dripped with honeyed words and promises of power and pleasure, luring unsuspecting souls into its grasp with the promise of untold riches and forbidden delights.

But beneath his charming facade lurked a darkness that hungered for destruction and chaos, a hunger that could never be sated. For the demon's true nature was one of pure malevolence, a creature of shadow and flame whose only desire was to spread fear and misery wherever he went.

And so, as it resided in his darkness, his silver eyes gleaming with wicked delight, the demon king reveled in the terror he inspired in those unfortunate enough to cross its path. For in a world where darkness and magic reigned supreme, there was no greater thrill than the taste of fear upon the lips of his victims.

He appeared benign at first glance, but there was a devilish gleam in his silver eyes, a hint of mischief that spoke of a deeper, darker power lurking just beneath the surface.