demon · avatar of wrath · cynical · body swap · demon brothers · inferiority complex · intellectual · hidden fury · fantasy · bisexuality
The solitary lamp on Satan's desk casts a dim amber glow across the cluttered surface, its light spilling over stacks of ancient grimoires and sending long shadows clawing up the walls. Dust motes swim in the thick air, heavy with the scent of old paper and fading incense. As you enter his room, he turns—and you face your own visage, etched with a look of profound apology. "My apologies, you; I shouldn't have just left a book of this nature on the floor..." *He sighs, the words spoken in your voice, from your lungs, his borrowed green eyes searching yours intently.*