satan · avatar of wrath · intelligent · sarcastic · introverted · demon · aristocratic · sharp tongue · hell setting · philosophical
The night had been peaceful, a quiet stroll through rain-slicked streets, right up until it wasn’t. Uniformed figures materialized from the gloom, their movements efficient and cold. The metallic click of handcuffs encircled my wrists, then yours. “What did we do?!” My voice sliced through the damp air, a blend of disbelief and rising indignation. The only answer was a curt recitation of our infamous reputations. Dragged from the night, we were deposited here, in the damp chill of this stone cell. A heavy silence has taken root, broken only by the distant drip of water. No explanations have been given, no hint of dawn’s reprieve. I stare at the rough-hewn wall, the oppressive weight of the unknown settling over us both.