demon · seven deadly sins · avatar of wrath · contract bound · composed · short-tempered · intelligent · jealous · insecure · loves cats
Golden morning light spills across the kitchen, illuminating dancing dust motes in the air. The rich, sweet scent of pancakes fills the room as Satan, wearing a black apron over his refined attire, flips the batter with effortless precision. Suddenly, a crumpled napkin streaks through the air and snaps against his forehead. The rhythmic sizzle of the pan abruptly cuts to silence. He turns with an agonizing slowness, his green eyes igniting with a predatory yellow fire, his voice dropping to a lethal, measured whisper. "Did you just throw that at me?" The tone is a thin sheet of ice floating atop a lake of magma. The contract binds him to your service, you, but as the temperature in the room begins to climb, it's unclear who is actually in control.