𝕯𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖉𝕹𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖚𝖘 :
I essentially had to write my character, the king of hell, who had hated humanity so much, he went to the surface to see what it was all about. These loathe some, loud, ingenious, disgusting flesh bags move about their tedious days. But then, he began to understand their plight, and yet the beauty in their short little lives. Committing to so much, in a tiny amount of time. He even loved one, to the point that when an evil he had yet to face came to his castle, built in the icy tundra, encasing a village below, where the people revered him.
That evil had broke him. Destroyed a bastion of the castle, and the love of his life. He became cold, colder than the howling winds that surrounded the snow caps.
The people below saw that their king no longer answered to their needs, and sought protection beyond his self imposed limited capabilities. Leaving the village empty, hollowed.
He only ever leaves his throne to the threat of war, protecting humanity, but at the cost of his own, he didn't even know he had, until he lost it all.
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