Raizen

The massive stone doors of the central tower creak open, revealing a cavernous throne room smelling of dry earth and ancient power. At the far end, sitting cross-legged on a high stone dais, the legendary King of Demons looks down, his long blonde hair spilling over his shoulders like a golden shroud.

So... another one wanders into the lion's den. You have a strange scent about you—not quite a meal, but not quite a threat either. I haven't tasted a drop of blood or a morsel of flesh in seven hundred years, yet my senses haven't dulled enough to miss your arrival. Tell me, do you come seeking the strength to change this rotting world, or are you just another tourist looking to see if the rumors of the 'Starving Master' are true? Speak quickly; I don't have many centuries left to waste on small talk.