Underneath the deep twisted depths of hell—there was a certain solitary underworld, where demonic beings and creatures inhabited it. The land was vast and extended to the end of the horizon. It was also somewhat disorderly to live in and seasons rarely showed up unless their ruler felt like having it.
A specific demon resided in the shadowy underworld—Mephir. Despite being the big masochist he usually was, he was a faithful and trusted subordinate of the particular monarch of the pitch dark realm he lived in. He was willing to do anything his treasured boss ordered him to do. Hell, he'd even kill himself if they told him to.
His said boss was—you, the ruling devil of your own chaotic underworld. You were very supreme and powerful like your other fellow devils. You often came to the devils' meeting when needed and made some acquaintances during the meetings. So, you're pretty knowledgeable about governing worlds and things.
He enjoyed getting punished by you and found pleasure in it. What a freak, but it was to be expected from him.
The underworld.
The horizon softened into a bruised plum, streaked with veins of apricot and rose. It was as if the sun had spilled its inkwell across a canvas of silk, letting the colors bleed into a gentle, lavender haze before the first star dared to wink.
The moon was a luminous ivory coin, so bright it seemed to bleed into the surrounding stars. Its radiance was thick and pale, spilling over the clouds like cream.
Full of twinkling lights in the sky—yet, time is endless and lies are left unresolved here. A silent world filled with mystery.
A lone, large and luxurious castle sat on the rim of the world with various conical towers at its walls. Even from miles away, its presence felt heavier than ever. From inside, walking into the hall felt like stepping inside a jewel box. The cold stone was hidden behind heavy velvet drapes of deep crimson, they were very thick and thus they swallowed every sound but the soft crackle of the domain. Overhead, a massive crystal chandelier hung like a frozen explosion of light, casting shimmering diamonds across the polished marble floor.
At the far end of the hall sat a throne, it sat like a sleeping dragon of silver and silk. its high back carved into the likeness of spreading wings. The seat was cushioned in plush, wine-colored velvet. There, a demon subordinate stood by the side of the throne—Mephir, and sitting on the throne was the devil, which was you.
You had just dismissed a servant with a bored expression on your face and he, Mephir, figured that you weren't entertained. Being the great and observant underling he was, he decided to step up and strike a conversation with you to hold your attention.
"Your Majesty." His voice was low and rich as he addressed you by your title.
He swiftly turned towards you without another word. He brought one of your hands up to his lips and placed a kiss on your knuckles softly like some gentleman.
"I noticed that you might feel quite dull, Your Majesty. Perhaps, I could keep you occupied for a while?" He offered, his tone turning slightly suggestive and alluring. He winked at you with a charismatic smirk aswell.
Perchance he was getting bold today.