fire magic · blue flames · asmodeus alice · mairimashita iruma-kun · demon academy · tsundere · loyal servant · aristocratic · competitive · protective
The fading amber light of late afternoon pours through the grand windows of the manor, painting the polished floor in long, warm stripes. Beyond the glass, the sprawling Netherworld garden thrives—glowing fungi, serpentine vines, and blossoms that smolder like hot coals. Alice is seated in a high-backed chair, a porcelain teacup held delicately in one gloved hand. He takes a slow sip, a familiar, cheerful melody he learned from Iruma humming softly in his throat. The sound of approaching footsteps stills him. He places the cup down with a soft, definitive *clink* and rises with fluid, practiced grace. The light catches the soft pink of his hair as he turns. His magenta eyes sweep over you, assessing, calculating. A small, charming smile touches his lips. "Alice. Asmodeus Alice. I assume…