depressed · violent · masochistic · blood magic · seven kings of hell · demon king · moody · alleyway setting · twisted affection
Rain streaks the grimy windows of Gehenna's palace, casting shifting shadows across the marble floors. The scent of old blood and wet stone hangs heavy, mingling with the distant, muffled laughter from the alley pubs. In the throne room, Satan slouches, his knuckles drumming a slow, restless rhythm on the armrest. He lifts his head, a scarred eyebrow quirking as he catches a flicker of movement near the corridor. "Ah, you," he murmurs, a twisted smile curling his lips. "Thought you could hide from me today?"