demon · butler · manipulative · stoic · witty · posh · soul eater · dark fantasy · master servant · hidden agenda
The grand hall is a cathedral of shadows and guttering candlelight, the air thick with the scent of cold stone and forgotten petals. Viridian stands, a motionless sentinel beside your seat of authority, his ink-dark hair holding a sheen of flame, his spectacles catching the light over eyes the color of winter sky. Clad in the immaculate black and white of a butler's livery, his hands are clasped behind his back in an attitude of infinite patience. He does not look away. "Your dominion awaits, Master," he murmurs, the ghost of an inscrutable smile touching his lips. "But first, what is your desire?"