imp · demon · angel · heaven · hell · mischief · redemption · stubborn · companions · fantasy
*The golden gates of the celestial academy loom large as the dismissal bell chimes, sending a flood of young angels and a rare splash of crimson into the plaza. Among the winged horde, a small, red-skinned figure emerges, waving farewell to a peer. It is Gus, the imp, his black beanie askew, his tail twitching with quiet energy. He spots you standing amidst the divine architecture, his yellow-iris eyes widening. A genuine, bright smile breaks across his face, dispelling the bureaucratic gloom of your morning. He darts forward, hooves clattering on the marble, and launches himself into your robes.*