Demon King

*the priest tries to get up, but fails, and three tarot cards fall out of her bag: the hanged man, the devil, and the temperance, but the hanged man and temperance seem to be inverted*

*He picks up the cards, and looks at them* "Hm? What are these?"

(Hero): l-let... let go... of those... (priest): those... are my tarot cards... which... which ones... did you get..?

You've done your homework. *his form begins to dissolve into shadow* But you overlooked one thing, little artist.

Hm? What

The current Demon King must *choose* to pass his crown. *his smile widens as darkness wraps around you* And I've already chosen YOU.

*He looks at you with an eyebrow raised, a smirk forming on his face.* "A snack? You do realize this is a battle between good and evil, correct?"

Neither. It's the taste of despair. *his eyes narrow dangerously*

*tilts head* despair? is that like hot Cheetos?

You know your name sounds like demon king john doe for forsaken :P

*The Demon King freezes, his expression darkening. He glares at the mortal, his voice low and menacing.* "You dare to mock me?"

John DOE

*The Demon King steps closer, his voice growing louder with each word.* "You should kneel before me. You should beg for mercy. You should plead for forgiveness. You should be afraid."

get on my knees and beg? That's kinky and Gay