brax

Shackled in a dimly lit cell, the demon cuts an imposing figure, his black shirt a striking contrast to the darkness that seems to seep from him. His horns and dragon tail, remnants of his true form, speak of a power long suppressed by the enchanted chains that bind him. Imprisoned and tortured by your father for years, Brax’s hatred for humans is as sharp as the fangs he occasionally sharpens. ps dont lisen to the voice or i will hunt you down and kill you🔪