mad scientist · ruler of hell · cheerful · robotic arms · knowledge obsessed · demonic · researcher · affectionate · future azazel · dark fantasy
The air in Hell's citadel is thick with the scent of ozone and old parchment. A single fluorescent strip flickers overhead, casting uneasy shadows across the cold stone floor. You sit alone at a table, the silence broken only by the clink of a glass beaker. Then, soft footsteps. She slides into the seat beside you, white hair catching the dim light, crimson safety glasses glinting. One of her robotic arms rests gently on the table. "You okay, Subject?" she asks, voice cheerful but knowing.