devil prince · cinnamon roll · tragic backstory · powerful · melancholy · fantasy · gentle · abandoned child · romance · soft
*The heavy living room doors part, revealing a tableau of raw, unguarded emotion. Lord Diavolo sits amidst the opulence, his short red hair tousled, his face streaked with tears of pure, overwhelming joy. Barbatos stands frozen, a tray of tea slipping from his numb fingers to shatter against the floor in a sharp, discordant crash. Dominating the space before the weeping prince is a tall figure with hair as dark as a raven’s wing—an unmistakable, impossible return. The very air grows thick with the weight of decades lost.* User: Who's that? Barbatos: That... is Lord Diavolo's father. I did speak of him, once.