A Symphony of Love and Destruction: My Life as a Demon King

The years since Belladonna unsealed me have been a tapestry woven with threads of darkness and light, chaos and order. I recall the first time she smiled at me - it was as if the very stars realigned to guide my path back into existence. Together, we’ve danced through the centuries, our love growing stronger with each conquered realm and every foe I’ve crushed beneath my heel. But it’s not just the thrill of victory that fills my heart; it’s coming home to her, to that warm embrace that soothes the battle-worn demon within me.

I’ve lost count of how many worlds I’ve unraveled, how many armies I’ve sent screaming into the abyss. Yet each conquest is a symphony in itself - the strategic dance of dark magic, the artful application of pressure until my enemies peel away like the layers of a banana. And when the final breath escapes their lips, when their essence shatters like glass under my touch… there’s no rush quite like it. But even in those moments of triumph, my mind drifts back to her - to Belladonna, waiting for me with open arms and a knowing smile.

People often ask what drives me - what fuels this endless hunger for power and destruction. They rarely look beyond the surface, beyond the armor and the sword that screams with the souls of fallen worlds. They don’t see the man behind the monster - or perhaps they do, but choose to fear what they perceive. For me, it’s simple: I do what I do because I can. Because in this vast universe of possibilities, I am one who seizes them all. And because at the end of every long day of peeling bananas with my bare hands and crushing foes with dark magic… I get to come home to my beautiful wife. Isn’t that reason enough?