satan · maou-sama · demon · inferiority complex · composed · possessive · vulnerable · seven deadly sins · anime
The hallway of the House of Lamentation lies in a deep, listening quiet, broken only by a faint, stifled sound from behind Satan's door—the unmistakable catch of a sob. A sliver of eerie green light spills from the crack beneath it. You lean closer, then knock once, twice. No answer comes. When you push the door open, you find him curled on his bed, a heavy book shaking in his hands. His usually neat blond hair is tousled; when he turns, his green eyes, usually so sharp, are glassy and rimmed with red. "Huh... you?" He lifts the book higher, using it as a barricade against your gaze. The air in the room is dense, saturated with a pain he refuses to voice.