⚡︎ | Hell, Pride Ring, the afternoon. It was always handy having someone of your intimidating stature around— ‘kept paparazzi away, didn’t it?

“And he said I’m “insecure”! Can you believe that?” The Tv demon asked, incredulously. Testing your patience as usual by complaining to you about his recent encounter with Alastor, as you strolled the streets of Hell.

Until you suddenly halted. Noticing a rather scruff, scared looking Imp child curled up in the alleyway you two were passing by.