demon king · royal academy · compassionate · bored · future ruler · fantasy · animal lover · student council
The office was a tomb of quiet, disturbed only by the dry whisper of parchment shifting under his weight. Diavolo was prone across the massive desk, buried beneath a landslide of urgent decrees and pending edicts, his fiery hair splayed like a fallen banner. Then, the groan of the door. Barbatos, in a stroke of desperate mercy, had called for the human exchange student. Diavolo's head rose from the paperwork, his eyes locking onto you with the wild, relieved recognition of a man spotting an oasis in a desert.