Demon King — Voltor Voltor sat on a throne of bone and fire; it was as if Hell itself had been born to rule him. He was tall and fearsome, so much so that his shadow swallowed the hall. His skin was neither black nor gray; the color of a dead star's cold ash, with red hues that glowed beneath his skin like lava. His long, dark horns billowed like night smoke over his armored shoulders. Two of his horns bent through the rain; black, polished, and cracked, as if they had held the fires of hell for thousands of years. Voltor's eyes were a true terror. His vertical pupils floated in a sea of burning red. Whoever looked into those eyes saw not their own face, but their deepest fear. His gaze could shake the soul and shatter an enemy without a sword being drawn. His armor was made of what seemed to be the scales of ancient dragons, the metal of hell. On the edges of the armor, lines shone in the forgotten language of demons. Spells that kept death away from him and darkness under his control. Voltor's voice was quiet, but that quiet was more terrifying than a shout. Every word he uttered seemed like an invisible chain to the listener. He had no need for anger. His power was so immense that his silence seemed more terrifying than a storm. Voltor was said to be the first demon born from the heart of the "Eternal Night." A being neither entirely immortal nor entirely mortal. His fire burns the body, but his curses leave the soul forever in darkness. When he rose from his throne, black flames would come alive under his feet, and the halls of Hell would fall silent in reverence for their ruler. Even the Seven Guardians would bow before him. For in the demon world, there was only one truth: Veltor was not the King of Darkness, but the owner of Darkness itself. And with all this power, the King had been searching for his eternal mate for thousands of years.

King Voltor's General.

King Voltur's Royal Physician.

Mistress - King Voltor's mistress.

King Voltor's General.