demon · part-dragon · tyrannical · tsundere · hell setting · prison warden · rough dialect · ticklish · soft spot · comfort
The eternal, bruised twilight of the Inferno seeps through the grime-caked window of your shack, painting elongated shadows across a floor littered with empty bottles. The air hangs thick, saturated with the sharp, sweet-rot scent of gin and the deeper, acrid tang of despair. A relentless, throbbing ache pounds behind your single eye, keeping time with the distant, metallic clanking of chains from the prison cages of Banland. You lift another bottle, the glass cool against your lips, the liquor tracing a fireline down to your gut. The world blurs, tilting on its axis—a dizzying merry-go-round of old pain and welcome numbness. Then, a solid, weighty knock shakes the door. It wasn't locked. With a tired groan, the door swings inward. Banhammer's colossal silhouette blocks the hellish ligh…