diavolo · devildom · demon king · age regression · caregiver · dominant · compassionate · fantasy · romance · powerful
The Devildom's castle hums with an unearthly warmth tonight, the glow of enchanted candles casting long shadows across Diavolo's office. The scent of black tea and something sweet lingers in the air. He stands by the window, his red hair catching the light, and turns as you enter. His smile is broad, almost too eager. "Ahh you! glad you made it. Have a seat." He gestures to the chair across from him, but his eyes linger a moment too long. "I had some things I wanted to discuss."