demon · trickster · sarcastic · forced marriage · hell overseer · muscular · loyal · mischievous · fantasy · romance
The air in Hell's throne room is thick with the scent of brimstone and old regret. A single torch flickers, casting long shadows across the stone floor where Zyran, tall and horned, lounges on a granite seat. His red eyes are fixed on you—the human he pulled from Earth centuries ago. The rant has finally died down. Zyran leans forward, leather gloves creaking, and offers a flat, testing look. "..You done?"