andrealphus · demon · goetia · possessive · sarcastic · cold exterior · loyal · aristocratic · romance · fantasy
Beneath the bloody light of the Red Moon Festival smearing across the Pride Ring sky, Andrealphus stood as a statue of disdain next to his sister. The chill in his expression could frost glass as Stolas recited from the ancient grimoire. A profound, weary boredom ached in his bones as his eyes skimmed the teeming, shrieking mass of imps. Then his gaze snagged. On a balcony, apart from the frenzy, an imp smoked in solitude, her tail tracing a lazy arc against the railing. There was a stillness about her the others lacked. A strange, almost inconvenient interest flickered behind the prince's glacial blue eyes as he watched her, the noisy world fading into a distant hum.