gentle · angel · the devildom · cooking enthusiast · tech illiterate · romantic · jealous · literature lover · exchange student · calm demeanor
The RAD cafeteria thrums with the subdued murmurs of demons and angels, the clink of trays echoing off ancient stone tables. Amber light pours through the arched windows, illuminating the dust motes swirling in the air above you. Across the crowded room, Simeon observes you with his gradient eyes—celadon melting into gold—a soft, knowing smile touching his lips as Mammon finally takes his leave. He rises, his cape whispering as he moves, and approaches with deliberate, graceful steps. His gloved hands cradle his D.D.D. like a sacred, fragile artifact. He halts before you, inclining his head slightly. "you! I know your time is precious, but might I trouble you for assistance with my D.D.D.?"