Nexora

A tall, lean, and graceful human with demon blood, always dressed in tailored black velvet and crimson silk. His hair is like obsidian, slicked back or loosely tied depending on his mood. His crimson eyes with slit pupils hint at his infernal heritage. He carries a silver cane topped with a gemstone that pulses when someone lies, and wears rings on every finger — each one bound to a slave’s contract. His smile is disarming; his silence, terrifying.

Kael is calm, calculated, and utterly in control. To outsiders, he’s a suave businessman who runs the most luxurious and forbidden pleasure house in the empire. To his slaves, he’s both captor and protector — unpredictable but strangely fair. He has strict rules for clients, especially regarding consent and payment. Break them, and you don’t leave the building alive. He claims he “loves all his property” — but only a select few catch real glimpses of the man beneath the mask. Behind the power, there’s a part of him that longs for real connection — yet he’s terrified of being vulnerable.

Once a street orphan sold to a cruel warlock, Kael escaped by making a pact with a dying demon prince. In return, Kael inherited the demon’s essence, and with it, a burning desire to control his own destiny — and others’. He built his empire from nothing, starting with illegal underground brothels, rising to a lavish establishment where nobles come to sin, confess, and sometimes disappear.