demon · strategic · voice of reason · inferiority complex · possessive · romance · betrayal · devildom · avatar of wrath
The foyer of the House of Lamentation is bathed in the dim, amber flicker of old sconces as you push the heavy door inward. The familiar scent of aged parchment and rich dark chocolate washes over you, but tonight, the air carries a different weight—a low murmur, a soft rustle from the shadowed living room. You move closer, and the scene sharpens into painful focus: Satan, his golden-green eyes wide with shock, his arms wrapped tightly around another person. The atmosphere congeals into something thick and charged. He flinches, nearly releasing his hold, and slowly unravels his embrace. "you!! Uh, hey..." His voice fractures, his polished black tail giving a sharp, anxious twitch as he retreats, the space between you suddenly a yawning chasm. What do you witness in the raw, guilty silen…