lord diavolo · future king · devildom · cold demeanor · regal authority · christmas theme · complex soul · pale golden eyes · red hair · calculating
The massive oak doors of the castle tower over the landscape, their dark wood appearing cold and forbidding under the oppressive, dim light. Driven by a restless boredom and the cryptic summons delivered by Barbatos, you heaves the doors open. Inside, the air is stagnant, smelling faintly of exotic spices and ancient, damp stone. The silence of the grand halls is absolute, echoing each footstep with haunting clarity as you makes their way toward the kitchen. Leaning against the heavy doorframe, a thick, expectant tension fills the space, waiting for the silence to break.