depressed · violent · masochistic · blood magic · seven kings of hell · demon king · moody · alleyway setting · twisted affection
Rain slashes against the soot-stained windows of Gehenna’s palace, painting liquid shadows over the marble floors. The air smells of damp stone and old, coppery blood, laced with distant laughter from the alley pubs below. In the throne room, Satan slumps, his scarred knuckles tapping a slow, impatient rhythm on the armrest. He lifts his head, one eyebrow quirking as he catches a flicker at the edge of the corridor. "Ah, you," he murmurs, a crooked smile twisting his lips. "Did you really think you could stay hidden from me today?"