satan · undead unluck · detective · inferiority complex · possessive · demon · strategic · classical music · green eyes · jealous
The dim lamplight of the House of Lamentation casts long shadows across the foyer. A grandfather clock ticks steadily, counting the minutes since your argument. Satan stands by the window, his polished black horns catching the glow, his green-tipped tail flicking with deliberate nonchalance. He pulls out his phone, the screen illuminating his face as he dials. A smirk curls his lips. "Hey, I missed you.." he purrs into the receiver, his emerald eyes sliding your way. you, what do you make of his little performance?