#the demon king

[labelleizzy]

What the armor has no way of knowing is that the gentle cleric only WAS gentle due to the enormous willpower and drive they built up over their lifetime. They were born from the mean streets, they knew all that poverty, cruelty, and suffering could do to people.

Through drive and determination, they built their network of devoted friends and allies. This good person's version of bare knuckle brawling was to fearlessly show people the truth about themselves, delivered with wisdom and clear-eyed kindness. Space to get straight with the world and their sins. Space to atone for their cruelties, and to earn forgiveness from those they'd harmed.

That kind of fortitude builds iron clad friendships, draws trustworthy allies.

So if the demon King's armor thinks our cleric will be an easy mark? That they would EVER turn to evil?

We all face the armor and roll for initiative.

(TBC)...

Upon his death, the demon king’s cursed armor seeks out a new host to wear it and its power. It found a match in the gentle cleric in your party.

[wolfsteax]

preview of a Ganondorf design I did for an imaginary Zelda game I'm messing with.

[librathefangirl]

[ekmsoldier]

[theworldofotps]

The Lore of The Demon King

Description: The story of how Finn Bálor came to be Bálor. Word Count: 1,067

Wanted to get a few Halloween type stories out! Massive thank you to my beloved Kay for her help with this. ________ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist​ @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @99hook @madhatterbri @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @surdelcielo @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @terrortwinunicorn @alyyaanna @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @mcreignsera @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars @thatnerdwriter​ @sjwrites22​

If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _______ In the dead of night, when the veil between worlds thins, the legend of Bálor the Demon King awakens in whispers. Many believe Finn Bálor, the enigmatic Irish wrestler, harbors within him a power darker than the ring has ever known. But very few know the true story of how he became to be the demon king. How a mere mortal came to hold some of most powerful ancient abilities at his fingertips. The most common story tells of Finn stumbling upon these powers by accident.

It was Halloween night, years ago, when Finn found himself lost on an old country road in Ireland. Mist blanketed the ground as a chill settled over him, the crisp autumn air turning stale with every breath he took. His headlights barely cut through the thick fog that seemed to be everywhere, his phone had long since lost signal. He was searching for a way back to Bray when he stumbled upon an ancient stone. One marked by symbols that twisted like snakes, old and weathered by centuries of rain and ruin.  

Ever the curious man and not one to pay much attention to the stories of his childhood Finn climbed out of the car. Taking careful even steps towards the large stone, the moon barely peeking out from the clouds seemed to draw a signal to it. The stone whispered to him, low and relentless, in a language he didn’t understand. Drawn by an unseen force, he traced his fingers over its jagged edges. The stone was hot to the touch, in that moment, the ground opened, and Finn fell, spiraling down into darkness.

When he finally woke up Finn realized that he was no longer in Ireland. He was in a world of shadows, in the forgotten lair of Bálor, the mythical demon of Irish folklore or the original Demon King. Red eyes glowed from every corner of the darkness, watching, waiting. A heavy, suffocating pressure filled the air as Bálor's voice, cold and ancient, drifted toward him. Seeming to come from every direction around him filling his head.

“You’ve called me, haven’t you, Finn?”

Bálor’s voice was a deep, echoing growl that sent shivers through Finn’s body and his heart racing as he tried to gather his thoughts.

“You want to be a king. But to be a king, you must face the darkness within and believe when I tell you the darkness is more than a mere mortal can handle.

Finn tried to speak, but his voice caught in his throat as his eyes quickly flicked around the room before stopping in a corner where there was movement. Bálor’s form emerged from the shadows one that made Finn’s blood run cold. He was a towering figure with a single, massive eye in the middle of his forehead, flickering with a hellish light. His skin was a tapestry of ancient scars and painted symbols, his hands ending in claws. The tips seeming to drip black from what Finn could only assume was the essence of lost souls. Without warning, Bálor lunged forward, binding Finn in chains of shadow that tightened around him.

“Feel it, let the darkness consume you, become one with it.”

Each link of the chain sank into Finn’s skin, burning, twisting him from the inside out. The pain was unbearable, the sound of his own screams echoed in his head. But as it took hold, Finn felt something inside him awaken. Something feral, powerful. His body grew heavier, his skin darker, and strange markings appeared all over him, searing into his flesh. His mind teetered on the edge of sanity, but he could sense the power flooding through him, a dark gift from Bálor himself.

“Now you are one of us.”

Bálor hissed, his monstrous smile spreading wide as he watched Finn fall to his knees the power pulsing around him.

“Take this gift back to your world but remember that the darkness will follow you. It will consume you, piece by piece. Until you are nothing… but the Demon.” 

In a flash of blinding pain, Finn was thrown back to the surface, gasping on the cold, misty road. He was alone, but the symbols, the darkness, the feeling inside of him, they all lingered. When he glanced in the side mirror of his car, his face was his own, but in his eyes, instead of the normal blue he saw it. Bálor, lurking in the depths, watching, waiting for his next emergence.

And each time Finn dons the paint, each time he calls himself The Demon King, and wields those ancient powers. The darkness slips a little further into his soul, threatening to take him once and for all.

So, this Halloween, if you hear the echo of chains in the shadows or see a flicker of red eyes staring from the dark corners of the ring. Remember, it’s not just Finn Bálor no it’s the Demon King, the cursed soul of Bálor himself, still lurking, still hungry for a new host.    

[wimpwompz]

Spawn of evil is a mama’s boy

ref:

[n64retro]

Ganondorf, The Great Evil King, and his Black Steed. The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time (Nintendo EAD, 1998)

[diamondwerewolf]

mmmm, she the devil she a bad lil' bitch she a rebel

I think I'll come back to this fit, it's really cute lol. I suppose this can be considered a thumbnail/pre-study for something more polished later. I almost gave him a bikini top too but lmao it messed with the overall flow of the comp

[emma-heart-art]

WHY did he smile like that

[theheistattheball]

Book Recs for Heist at the Ball lovers 🫶

~mostly male pov, thief plot, retellings, & simp bf

I tried to add some lesser known books, so you guys can actually find something NEW

[sonicspeeddemon]

Black doom humansona

[triptychofvoids]

obsessed with this guy but i refuse to look at this background anymore xD

[librathefangirl]

moment i can't think about too much or i WILL find a way to kill the demon king all over again

[ekmsoldier]

💜

[theworldofotps]

Day at The Park

The Demon Dad series, follows Bálor as he navigates parenthood. Description: Y/n and Finn want to take their baby to the park for some enrichment, Bálor thinks it's silly. Masterlist

Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @hotgirlgraps @madhatterbri @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @surdelcielo @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @alyyaanna @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @mcreignsera @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars @thatnerdwriter​ @sjwrites22​ If you wanna be added to the list lemme know.

Demon Dad tag list: @slutfortheeclaymore __________ As Y/n pushed the stroller through the gates of the park, the autumn sunbathed the playground in a golden light. It was a perfect day to be out calm, cool, and filled with the sounds of kids laughing and playing. Finn walked beside her, his hand resting protectively on her back as they made their way toward an open grassy area where some mothers and their babies sat on blankets. The three of them bundled up to keep the chill away.

Their daughter, a bright-eyed little thing with tufts of dark hair, cooed softly from her seat. She kicked her legs excitedly, as if sensing the adventure ahead. Y/n smiled, her heart warm and content carefully lifted her from the stroller. Laying her down on the thick blanket Finn laid out. Her legs and arms stretched out in front of her as she kicked around some more.

"This is going to be good for her, getting some fresh air while being around other babies. She’ll make some friends hopefully."

Y/n said as she sat down on the blanket next to their daughter. Finn gave her a lopsided grin, but suddenly his eyes flashed with something darker. She knew that look all too well, his expression changed subtly, his posture stiffened and the air around them felt thicker, more charged.

"Friends?" Came the deep, guttural voice of Bálor who made a surprise appearance. His eyes darkened, and a smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

"She's six months old, Y/n the child has the IQ of a carrot. What exactly do you think she'll be doing here? Discussing philosophy with the other drooling infants?"

Y/n shot him a look, both exasperated and amused. She had grown used to Bálor's gruff, often sarcastic remarks especially when it came to things their daughter was doing.

“She’s here to be around other babies, Bálor. It’s good for her development. Not everything is about brains at this age, you know. Social interaction matters too.”

Bálor scoffed, folding his arms as he glanced around the park with mild disdain.

“Social interaction? She barely knows her own hand from her foot. She’s more interested in that teething toy you keep shoving at her face than any of these so-called friends.” He motioned to the group of babies nearby, wriggling on their blankets like worms. Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips.

“Not everything is as grim as you make it out to be babe. She’s learning. Babies learn from watching and imitating others; you'd know this if you read those parenting books that Finn keeps telling you about.”

Bálor stared at her for a long moment before sighing dramatically.

“I'm the king of the underworld I don't have the time nor the desire to read parenting books. However, if this is what you two want fine, but don’t come crying to me when she spends the next hour gnawing on a block instead of making your 'friends.'”

He leaned down to peer at the baby, his voice lowering to a growl.

“You’re lucky your mom is a babe and your dad likes you.”

The baby, oblivious to the demon within her father, let out a happy squeal and grabbed at his face, her tiny fingers just brushing his nose. Bálor's scowl softened, and for a brief second, Y/n saw Finn breaking through the demon's mask, the tenderness in his eyes returning.

"See?"

Y/n grinned, nudging him with her elbow.

"She’s already charming you we aren't fooled by that tough behavior."

Bálor huffed, rubbing his nose where her tiny fingers had poked him.

"She's got a long way to go."

He muttered, but the faintest trace of a smile flickered on his lips as they continued watching their daughter.

[elvhendis]

Micah Bayar from the Seven Realms Series, but I aged him up because I'm choosing to ignore that everyone is only 16 lol. I only just started the second book so this may or may not age well?

Edit: I think I got his eye colour wrong? 😭 I could've sworn it was blue-greyish