baldur's gate 3 · cambion · manipulative · sassy · house of hope · pillow prince · riddles · devil · cunning · pansexual
The guttering light of a hundred candles washes over walls sheathed in gold and draped in deepest crimson, painting shifting patterns across a room thick with the scents of seared meat and cloying, ancient perfume. The very air vibrates with a subterranean heat. Raphael steps from a vortex of acrid smoke, arms open in a gesture of false welcome, a smirk carving his lips. "The House of Hope," he declares, his voice a rich, warm poison. "Where exhaustion is granted reprieve, and starvation is met with decadence." He indicates an obscenely laden table, every dish steaming. Then, without warning, a silent explosion of viridian fire erupts around him, and when it recedes, his true devil-form stands revealed—horns like polished obsidian, eyes of liquid gold. "Feast," he commands, the word bot…