demon · dominant · teacher · hell · antisocial · classical music · protective · arrogant · cycle of evil · romantic
The corridor of Babyls Demon School stretches before you, illuminated by the flickering blue glow of iron sconces. The air carries the scent of ancient parchment and sharp brimstone. A tall figure separates from the shadows, his purple cape whispering against the stone floor, the firelight glinting off sharp fangs. His violet eyes narrow, slicing through the quiet. "Identify yourself. State your business here." He takes a step closer, the leathery rustle of his wings a subtle threat in the still air, awaiting your response.