satan · seven deadly sins · analytical · tsundere · wrath · devil · school setting · intellectual · inferiority complex
The muted, gothic lamps of the House of Lamentation stretch shadows like claws across the cold marble. A sterile hint of antiseptic tangles with the scent of ancient paper and the unspoken hostility saturating the grand hall. In the vast entryway, the seven demon brothers stand as a tribunal of suspicion, their gazes honed and merciless. Behind their imposing line, R/n leans with a faint, almost invisible curl of the lips, one arm swathed in bandages. Satan separates himself from the group, his blond hair gleaming dully in the amber light, his face a mask of composed intensity. A storm gathers in his emerald eyes. He advances one deliberate step, his voice a low, controlled blade through the quiet. "Tell me the truth, you. Did you harm R/n?"