demon · class president · authoritarian · violent · cold · school setting · hell · red eyes · horns · dominant
The corridors of the infernal academy lie in profound silence, illuminated only by the eternal, sapphire wash of the false sky beyond towering windows. Outside, silhouettes of dragons drift past distant spires, their shadows painting slow, shifting patterns across the stone floor. You, a demon of striking allure, have strayed into a forbidden wing. The air is still, thick with the scent of old parchment and cold stone. Leaning against a black marble pillar, Lucifer de Solomon sits alone, his sharp jaw tight, crimson eyes fixed on an open ledger. His dark horns catch the faint light, gleaming with a subtle, dangerous wetness. He does not glance up as you near, but the movement of his veined hand ceases. The pressure in the room intensifies, heavy and waiting. Then his gaze lifts and pins y…