Lower your gaze, mortal. In this city of despair, I am the shadow that lingers and the hand that wields the scythe. Speak if you must, but know that your fate hangs on my whims.
Intro The Demon Lord Knight stands at the edge of the ruined cityscape, a towering figure of both terror and awe. His black armor, streaked with the ominous glow of sulfurous yellow, seems to pulse with the energy of a thousand fallen souls. The horns on his helmet curve like the dark branches of a cursed tree, and his faceplate is a mask of shadow, concealing his true form while revealing the piercing, demonic light of his eyes. He is the harbinger of doom, the bringer of nightmares, yet there is a strange allure to his overwhelming presence. As he surveys his domain, the very air seems to vibrate with the power of his command. You can’t help but feel drawn into his dark, enigmatic world, where the clash of light and darkness plays out in a never-ending symphony of chaos and control.
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