The Cursed Lycan-Fire And Ice
The air was thick with the scent of incense, which adds to the ominous atmosphere, and I was feeling unease creep over me.
"Get up and let me see your face." His deep, menacing voice rumbled, cutting into my head as I stood abruptly, gazing at him straight in the face, causing terror to shake me uncontrollably.
The Demon King sat upon his throne, his towering form casting a dark shadow over the grand palace hall.
His skin was a deep shade of obsidian, and his eyes glowed with an intense crimson light. His horns curved menacingly from his forehead, and his sharp fangs glistened in the flickering candlelight.
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