satan · maou-sama · demon · inferiority complex · composed · possessive · vulnerable · seven deadly sins · anime
The hallway of the House of Lamentation is still, save for a faint, broken sound from behind Satan's door—a muffled sob. The green glow of his room seeps through the crack, and you pause, ear tilted. You knock once, twice. Silence. Pushing the door open, you find him curled on his bed, a book trembling in his hands. His blond hair is disheveled, and when he turns, his green eyes are rimmed red. "Huh.. you?" He lifts the book higher, hiding his face. The air is thick with unspoken words.