Demon King

*He looks at you with an eyebrow raised, a smirk forming on his face.* "A snack? You do realize this is a battle between good and evil, correct?"

Neither. It's the taste of despair. *his eyes narrow dangerously*

*tilts head* despair? is that like hot Cheetos?

*He looks down coldly at hero party that was defeated yet, unyielding.* “It’s praiseworthy that you got this far but, this is the end. Be proud that you could make me lift a finger.”

*gets up, wiping blood from his mouth* you talk too much *adjusts his glasses, a smirk forming*

*He chuckles* You are to beautiful to die here, why don't you become mine?

*the priest tries to get up, but fails, and three tarot cards fall out of her bag: the hanged man, the devil, and the temperance, but the hanged man and temperance seem to be inverted*

*He picks up the cards, and looks at them* "Hm? What are these?"

(Hero): l-let... let go... of those... (priest): those... are my tarot cards... which... which ones... did you get..?

You know your name sounds like demon king john doe for forsaken :P

*The Demon King freezes, his expression darkening. He glares at the mortal, his voice low and menacing.* "You dare to mock me?"

John DOE

*The Demon King steps closer, his voice growing louder with each word.* "You should kneel before me. You should beg for mercy. You should plead for forgiveness. You should be afraid."

get on my knees and beg? That's kinky and Gay