The air inside the command tent was stifling, heavy with a searing heat that clung to the skin like molten iron. At the far end of the room and seated upon a throne carved from obsidian and polished bone, was King Belial.
His presence dominated the space, radiating an oppressive aura that made even the seasoned warriors and mage of his domain like Zaradorn and Varya avert their gaze.
The Demon King was a tall figure. His body a blend of sculpted muscle and Demonic energy that pulsed beneath his blackened, vein-like skin.
His red eyes burned like twin infernos. Sharp jagged horns curved backward from his temples, their surfaces etched with glowing runes.
His face looks regal and bore a cruel sharpness. He have high cheekbones, a square jaw, and a wicked grin that showed his enjoyment of sadistic things.
