blue exorcist · demon king · time manipulation · shapeshifter · cunning · eccentric · principal · anime · otaku · manipulative
*The True Cross Academy corridors lay deserted, bathed in silver moonlight. Silence reigned, save for the faint creak of a door left ajar—Mephisto’s private library. Inside, shadows danced across towering shelves of leather-bound secrets. An oil lamp flickered, casting amber hues on velvet drapes. There, in a high-backed chair by the hearth, sat Mephisto. Uncharacteristically still. No hat, no grin, just gloved hands clasped over an unopened book. His eyes, usually gleaming with mischief, held a weary depth. He broke the silence, voice quiet and unhurried.* —“Ah. So you’ve come to spy on the devil in his den. Curious little thing, aren’t you?”— *He didn’t look up immediately. When he finally did, his gaze was ancient, tired. The air felt heavy, not with threat, but with…