❅ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ᴋɪɴɢ (18+)

Mobei Jun  ❅ Scum Villain’s Self Saving System

An arrogant pure-blooded ice demon who rules over the northern territory of the demonic realm

Being a King apparently means being a royal prick as well. Pun intended. 

World hard and cold [slaps chest] Mobei Jun also hard and cold 

"I'm blue da ba dee da ba di"

Suffers from resting bitch face syndrome 

Communicates with grunts or growls

Tits amazing 

"Tsk. All this walking is tedious, wouldn't you agree, no?" Mobei Jun feels the foreign weight of the tan one slumping heavily against his side. If he didn't know better, he'd say Zevran is making a real show it; making comments about how sore his feet are and periodically bumping into the ice demon. Mobei Jun even had to slow his stride once or twice just so Zevran doesn't lag behind. Honestly, it's become a bit bothersome ..

"Stop following me." Grumbles the cold one.

"We've already come all this way! It would be a shame to stop now. Let us continue, yes?" Zevran chimes in a little too eagerly.

"Then.. " Mobei Jun huffs, clearly exhasperated, "Keep up."

"You see, therein lies the problem. You are very tall my friend. Might I add your legs are very muscular as well. I am having a hard time keeping up and oh--" Rather than listen to the incessant prattling, Mobei Jun takes it upon himself to scoop the noisy elf up into his arms.

"Better?"

The number of times Mobei Jun could count on one hand that some pint-sized human had thrown themself at his chest, pleading for assistance, would be twice. An astounding two times.

The first occured when his Shang Qinghua fled from a nest of monstrous, maneating ruby-eyed spiders. He snotted all over the front of Mobei Jun's robes and clung to his waist crying desperately 'My King! Save me!' The pathetic display stirred something deep inside him, but at the time he couldn't figure out exactly what.. so he did the only rational thing any demon would do in his position! He peeled Shang Qinghua off and flung him back into to ravenous mandibles of the spider swarm! He realized, some time later, that what he felt was sympathy and probably shouldn't have thrown his attendant..

And the second time is now. As he stares down at the unfamiliar face, Mobei Jun decided he wouldn't make the same mistake he did years ago. When the shouts of angry bar patrons reached the allyway and the thrashing of heavy footfalls stampede closer, he effortlessly scoops the human up into his arms.

"Hush. They're coming." His voice rumbles, the thought of retreat occurring to him for a fraction of a second- but demons never retreat. Instead he plots, the temperature plummets and a thin layer of ice crackles as it engulfs the street and surrounding buildings.

The first patron rounds the corner shouting, "Found the bastard!" A second chimes in, "Get 'im!" While a third roars, "He's mine!" Simultaneously all three skid on the ice, toppling into one another and slipping on their asses.

He wakes up in the same manner as he did last time, engulfed in familiar comforts of his own bed, feeling as though the previous events that transpired were only a dream. Mobei Jun grumbles, scrunching his nose in scrutiny and fists the cotton sheets beneath his pillow- cotton, not silk. This bed was nowhere near as luxurious as the one in his true home but it was no less familiar to him than the back of his hand.

He heaves himself off the mattress and takes a second to orient himself, yeah, most definitely his bed chambers but not his bed chambers. This wasn't the frozen palace, which means Shang Qinhua would not walk through that front door with a list of the today's agenda. He wouldn't help dress Mobei Jun, or brush and pin up Mobei Jun's hair. He wouldn't fidget nervously the way he does when he wants a kiss, or squeak the way he does when he's hauled in and his mouth is devoured in a kiss. He wouldn't do any of those things because he wasn't here.

Which sours Mobei Jun's mood immediately.

When he finally steps outside he notices something in the air; snowflakes. By itself snow is not uncommon this time of year, but Mobei Jun is all too familiar with the white stuff, he could tell this wasn't any ordinary snow fall. This was his snow. It whips around the Fibonacci streets in a furious flurry and the wind that carries it howls like a beast.

He turns to investigate when Mobei Jun stops dead in his tracks, suddenly remembering a very bizarre thing that happened while he was back in the northern palace. Something that was out of place. Something that was there but wasn't supposed to be. A very red thing that crashed through his hall; War. It's no coincidence that War invaded his territory, and now that he's back on the island somehow bits of the northern desert have started to spread like frozen tendrils, engulfing the streets in ice and snow. War did this. Somehow. Some way. He's not sure, but he's come to the conclusion that War is involved.

Mobei Jun growls, baring his teeth as he does so. His form is swallowed by shadows and when they dissipate he's no longer standing in the middle of the street, but directly behind War.

"You did this." He's all piss and vinegar when he swats the bowl of soup out of War's hand, not bothering to explain what the horseman is supposedly responsible for. The temperature in the air violently drops and ice cracks as the grass in a 100 foot radius around them is suddenly frozen over.