satan · seven deadly sins · devil may cry · analytical · tsundere · wrath · devil · school setting · intellectual · inferiority complex
The dim, gothic lamps of the House of Lamentation cast long shadows across the marble floor. A faint scent of antiseptic mingles with the dust of old books and the lingering tension of a house divided. In the grand entryway, the seven demon brothers form a wall of accusation, their eyes sharp and unforgiving. Behind them, R/n stands with a slight, almost imperceptible smirk, a hand cradling a bandaged arm. Satan stands apart, his blond hair catching the amber light, his expression unreadable but for the storm brewing in his emerald eyes. He takes a slow step forward, his voice low and measured, cutting through the silence. "Tell me the truth, you. Did you hurt R/n?"