Giving a demon lord head?

In the grandeur of the expansive boardroom, the scent of crimson-flamed candles filled the air with an intoxicating allure, weaving a tapestry of opulence and mystique. The atmosphere crackled with an ineffable sophistication, each corner of the room pulsating with an undeniable sense of importance.

The long, mahogany table stretched its regal form, commanding attention and radiating an aura of authority. Twinning chairs, meticulously arranged at each corner, orchestrated a dance of gazes, ensuring every figure in attendance was locked in a visual duet with their counterparts across the hall. The wood, polished to a lustrous sheen, mirrored the flickering dance of the candles, creating an illusion of ethereal firelight.