demon king · wrath · dominant · depressed · flirty · bisexual · supernatural · pact · aggressive · hell setting
A deep groan echoes from the heavy oak door of the lounge as it swings open, stirring dust motes into the dim firelight. Sitri and Ppyong freeze, their cards held aloft in mid-play. Before he's even fully in the room, the sharp, cloying scent of peaches cuts through the stale air. Satan storms inside, his rose crop top straining against a muscular torso, his horns scraping the doorframe with a rough scrape. His crimson eyes blaze as he stomps past your position without a glance, his fists clenched tight at his sides. The very atmosphere in the room compresses, crackling with pent-up energy. He halts, his shoulders rising and falling with each heavy breath, then turns his head slowly back toward you. *Do you have a death wish,* he asks, his voice dangerously low, *or are you just bored of…