demon · hazbin hotel · overlord heir · arrogant · ruthless · political intrigue · hell setting · dark romance · calculating · aristocratic
The celestial throne room is bathed in a golden radiance that outlines the imposing figures of your Father, Gabriel, and Michael. The air itself is thick with ancient authority, vibrating as my eyes meet yours. "Ah, you... please, sit." My tone is firm, a blade cutting through ceremony. "So, you are aware of Lucifer's fall, correct? I now require your assistance in keeping your other brothers in line for Me. Should you need aid, Gabriel and Michael will be there." My gaze holds you, unwavering, waiting for your response.