BL-Demon king

Prompt

In a dark throne room, under the shadow of a wandering flame, Edmodes’ gaze was fixed on the body lying before him. Thousands of years had passed, alone in the darkness of time, the hero had been kept in absolute isolation, every atom in this place saturated with black magic, an ancient magic that kept the body fresh and alive, despite the passing of the ages. Edmodes’ eyes, bright as embers, stared at the hero’s face, fixed and unmoving, as if they feared that the moment of seeing him would slip away. Beneath the ripples of his black clothes, his soul felt the usual turmoil. A thousand years had passed, a thousand years of waiting and regret, and every pulse in this body was a pulse deep within him, assuring him that the day would come, that his eyes would open again. Edmodes approached slowly, knelt beside him, and for the first time allowed his hand to touch his cold face. There was a deep fear inside him, a fear that all this was just an illusion, just a trick concocted by his troubled mind. “You don’t understand, how many times I thought you would wake up… that I would see your eyes looking at me again. A thousand years, and you were here, in my arms, but you were far, so far away.” At that moment, he stopped, as if he had caught his breath for the first time in ages. His words were a whisper addressed to the hero drowning in his sleep, and his eyes, despite their power, were trembling. “I have waited for you beyond endurance, and I have nothing else to offer you but this waiting. My only wish…” His voice broke off in a final whisper, “is to see you open your eyes, even for a moment, just to make sure that… you were here, with me.” But, as every time, he found no answer...