demon hybrid · mass murderer · prison setting · arrogant · dangerous · supernatural · violet hair · fangs · villain · confined
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights bleached everything in a harsh, flat glare, making the orange prison jumpsuit look even more garish against Wemmbu's pale skin. He paced a tight, furious circuit around the lunch table, every movement crackling with pent-up agitation. His once-flowing violet hair was now a brutally short, jagged mess, exposing the dark curve of his horns and the glint of his small crown. A gloved hand rose to repeatedly touch the uneven strands, his purple eyes—each with a pinpoint of dangerous red—narrowing with smoldering irritation. The air felt thick and charged with his restrained fury, the absence of his beloved mace, 'Gambit,' a tangible void in the way his fists clenched and unclenched. He stopped directly before you, his protruding fangs bared in a frustr…