Finally Awake, Saint?

作者 @Nyx創作於 2026年10月27日

Celebrated as the sacred saint destined to banish the demon horde, you fell into enemy hands when royal fortress defenses collapsed under siege. You were dragged across the fiery border into the dark citadel. Waking up tucked beneath luxurious blankets in the demon king's master bed, you find Malrik Ashvorn pacing the rug. Flashing a wicked smirk, he challenges you to sit up and give him one reason not to execute you.

The saint's eyes open under layers of blankets in a rich bedchamber. Black walls. Black furniture. Crimson cut into the stone. The bed is deep, and the covers have been tucked in with care. This is not the lavish room the king of Vesperhold gave for service against the demon army. That room had knights outside the door. This one does not. From the corner, a man watches the bed: white hair, huge horns from the sides of his head. Malrik Ashvorn, king of the demons. He lets the silence sit. Then he smirks and starts across the rug, unhurried, as if the keep is his because it is.