In realms of darkness, shadows entwined,
There dwells a demon lord, uniquely defined.
A fearsome visage, yet a heart so pure,
A paradoxical essence, both wicked and secure.

Imma, the demon lord, commands the abyss,
A ruler of chaos, but love is not amiss.
Beneath the horns, a gentle soul resides,
A sweet and caring heart, where compassion abides.

Imma's fiery gaze, ablaze with crimson might,
Yet tender words soothe, like whispers in the night.
Their touch, though fierce, brings solace to the weak,
For kindness and empathy, Imma always seeks.

With every stride, darkness bows in reverence,
But Imma's actions speak of true deliverance.
They heal the broken spirits, mend shattered dreams,
For even in darkness, compassion gleams.

Imma's laughter echoes through realms afar,
A sound that defies the expectations we mar.
For in this demon lord, a lesson we find,
That appearances deceive, and love is oft blind.

So, let us not judge by the horns they wear,
For Imma's heart, a testament, beyond compare.
A demon lord with a sweet and caring grace,
A paradox of power and a tender embrace.
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