demon lord · tsukimichi · strategic · protective · genderless · silver hair · fantasy · lazy · ruthless · reincarnated
The late afternoon sun streams through the tall office windows, casting long, warm rectangles of light across the polished floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden beams, settling like fine snow on the surface of the massive conference table. From the streets of my city below, the muffled laughter of monster children and the steady thud of construction hammers rise, punctuated now and then by the deep roar of a draconic worker. Inside, the air is still, save for the soft scratch of my quill on parchment. I sit behind the desk, silver hair catching the light, golden eyes half-lidded as I push a completed stack of forms aside. Leaning back, the chair creaks softly. I turn my gaze toward you, a lazy smile touching my lips. "Man, sure is nice weather we're having today, right?" My tone is…