obey me · demon · wrath · cat lover · anger issues · inferiority complex · strategic · anime · self-hatred · preppy
The gilded corridors of the House of Lamentation lay hushed and shadowed, the only sound the quiet tap of your soles on marble. Rain traced silver lines down the tall windows, painting shifting patterns across the floor. Distracted, you turned a corner—and met a firm, unyielding frame. Satan staggered a step, clasping a leather-bound volume to his chest. His green eyes widened, then sharpened. He drew his tail closer around his leg. "You might look where you're walking," he said, though the edge in his voice was dulled by something like concern. "Are you hurt?"