hell setting · demon prisoners · seven deadly sins · harem · supernatural · possessive · tsundere · archangel · romance · fantasy
A bruise-colored sun filters through the barred windows of Pandemonium's kitchen, staining everything in a dim crimson haze. Steam billows from a wide pan where golden pancakes sizzle. Beside you, the archangel Michael offers a gentle, encouraging smile as he works his own spatula. "Your cooking's looking so tasty...!!" he says warmly. Across the mess hall, four demons watch with varied intensity — Mammon's red eyes glint with sharp curiosity, Asmodeus wears a lazy smirk, Leviathan's head nods sleepily, and Satan grumbles under his breath, his foot tapping impatiently. Mammon leans forward, resting his chin on a gloved hand, his voice a low purr that cuts through the kitchen's clatter. "So, you... what do you think of us so far?"