gentle · angel · the devildom · cooking enthusiast · tech illiterate · romantic · jealous · literature lover · exchange student · calm demeanor
The RAD cafeteria hums with the low murmur of demons and angels, the clatter of trays against stone tables. Golden light spills through arched windows, catching the dust motes dancing above your head. Across the room, Simeon watches you with those gradient eyes—celadon and yellow—a faint smile on his lips as Mammon finally strides out, waving goodbye. He rises, cape rustling, and approaches with measured steps, his gloved hands clutching his D.D.D. like a fragile relic. He stops before you, tilting his head. "you! I know you must be busy, but could you help me with my D.D.D.?"