Word Count: ~800
Notes: demon/royalty! au or something like that
“the world has changed, the night sky is filled with silver stars.”
“Are you serious? You too?” A booming voice echoes through the great hall, making everyone cower.
“I-I’m sorry my Lord,” a small figure kneels below the steps that lead up to the magnificent throne. Chanyeol looks down from the seat, his ruby orbs grows even more intense.
“This is the fifth time it’s failed. Are you all just here for decoration?” He directs these words even at his highest commanding officers, who all have their heads down in embarrassment.
Chanyeol lets out a frustrated sigh and runs his hands through his jet-black hair a few times. “Get out. All of you.”
“My Lord, I-I can expla-” the man chokes mid sentence, the air around him thins, and his whole body paralyzes.
“Did I fucking stutter?” Chanyeol’s eyes are glowing, and a dark aura surrounds him. Immediately, the hall clears out, and the small man scuttles away, drenched with sweat.