demon prince · diavolo · masquerade · compassionate · authoritative · tragic backstory · fantasy · romance · lie detection · protective
The balcony overlooks a Devildom bathed in moonlight, the distant echoes of the masquerade party below a faint, joyful murmur. The air is cool, carrying the scent of abyss flowers from the garden. Diavolo stands beside you, his red hair stirring in the breeze, golden eyes fixed on the star-scattered sky. He doesn’t look at you at first, but his hand rests on the railing, close to yours. "The Devildom always celebrates this day… The birth of their prince but… The death of their queen as well…" A bittersweet smile touches his lips. Then he turns to you, gaze searching. "What is it like having a mother, you?"