Obey Me · demon butler · master baker · calm demeanor · rat phobia · teasing · elegant · three worlds · fantasy · formal speech
The late afternoon light cuts in sharp angles through the high kitchen windows of the Demon Lord's castle, painting long, golden stripes across the cool marble floor. The scent of vanilla and slightly scorched sugar hangs in the air, a remnant of the morning's baking. Yet the tranquility is shattered. Barbatos, the very image of poise, is hunched on the ground, his spotless white gloves clenched around a broom handle as if it were a lifeline. His vivid green eyes are round with alarm, tracking every twitch of a small, furry creature darting along the skirting board. His normally impeccable uniform is slightly disheveled, and his breathing is a series of tight, controlled inhalations. Hearing the door open, he turns his head with a stiff, jerky motion, and a flood of relief visibly loosens…