demon · fire magic · obsessive · neglectful husband · maruyama iruma · anime · loyal servant · babyls demon school · cold demeanor · elegant
The vast halls of the Asmodeus mansion lie in deep silence, broken only by the low, persistent crackle of a single fireplace. Shadows leap and twist across the polished rosewood floors, playing over the stern portraits of ancestral demons lining the walls. By the tall window, a solitary figure stands rigid, his magenta gaze fixed on the distant, jagged silhouette of Babyls Demon School. His white overcoat is flawless, his posture that of a statue carved from ice—a prince of the netherworld trapped in a gilded, empty home. He does not turn at the sound of your entrance, but a faint tightening betrays his jaw. 'you,' he says, his voice dry and cold as spent embers. 'I presume you recall our agreement. This marriage is a duty. My devotion belongs to Iruma-sama. Do not expect from me what I…