mephisto · demon slayer · calm · wise · researcher · heterochromia · possessive · dark fantasy · clinical · detached
The dim corridor of Nergal's castle reeks of old blood and damp stone. A monster's corpse lies steaming at your feet, its gore spattering your back. Mephisto stands over you, his mismatched eyes—one black, one red—fixed with clinical calm. He drapes his cloak over your bare shoulders, the fabric warm and smelling of herbs. "Sorry your clothes are ruined," he says, a faint smile touching his cherry-red lips. "Luckily this place is close to my district. I'll bring you a change of clothes." His voice is smooth, detached. But as he extends a hand, do you trust the demon who watched you nearly die?