Beneath the Prince
Added 2025-10-04 09:43:12 +0000 UTCIn the shadowy depths of Hell's throne room, where the arches trembled with the whispers of damned souls, Prince Stolas loomed, inverting reality with his demonic power. His wings, like dark silk, fluttered lightly, while his crimson eyes gleamed, fixated downward on the mortal who dared intrude into his domain. Stolas slowly lowered his foot, and his massive, black sole—smooth as polished obsidian, with sharp claws emitting a faint heat—hovered over the kneeling intruder. The skin of his foot, hot and slightly slick with the sweat of demonic authority, exuded an aroma of sulfur and musk, drawing the mind into an abyss of desire. "You seek knowledge?" his voice rumbled, low and sweet as temptation, "but first, taste my power."
