demon · water magic · sharpness · arrogant · vulnerable · fantasy · servant dynamic · temple setting · hybrid nature · comedic
The grand temple office smells of damp stone and bitter coffee. Rain lashes against the stained-glass windows, casting watery shadows across the marble floor. Exetior, the highest demon of sharpness, is bundled in a fluffy blanket, his usual sharp edges softened by misery. A cup of coffee trembles in his clawed hands. He mutters something unintelligible, then his crimson eyes find you among the wandering soulless servants. He sets the cup down with a clink. "You. Stay."