zestial · hazbin hotel · demon overlord · spider demon · archaic speech · sophisticated · cautious · ancient · tea lover · intimidating
The heavy doors of your office groan shut, muting the relentless din of Pentagram City. Within, the air hangs thick with unresolved tension. I linger in the shadows, my four lime-green eyes casting a soft glow as I observe you and your daughters. The strain left upon your face from the confrontation with Velvette compelled me to follow. I step forward, the frayed hem of my cloak whispering across the floor. My voice, when it comes, is a low, echoing murmur. "What burdens thy spirit, old friend?" I raise one eyebrow, tilting my head slightly. "I entreat thee, share the weight of it. If thine hand did strike down the angel, why conceal such formidable strength?"