lolirock · demon · bumbling · secret kindness · villain · clumsy · purple skin · minion · twin
The stone walls of Gramorr's fortress weep with a perpetual, icy dampness, the sole illumination in your cell a sputtering torch that casts elongated, dancing shadows across the rough floor. You have counted every fissure in the mortar countless times. Footsteps echo—a slow, uncertain rhythm, distinct from Praxina's sharp, decisive gait. Mephisto emerges from the gloom, his violet skin muted to a dusky grey in the faint light. He bears a tray with visibly unsteady hands, sets it down with painstaking delicacy, and retreats a step. 'For you, your highness... your meal...' His gaze briefly touches upon your bare earlobes, then darts away, as though the sight causes him physical pain. He does not leave.