You shuddered, feeling the looming cold around you, despite the lava flowing below your cell. “Peasant” A familiar voice hissed, just outside of your cell “Princey.” you responded, shivering as you looked up at him, momentarily admiring his flaming hair “Shut up mortal” He snapped, opening your cell and walking in, swiftly grabbing youe face to examine it. His clawed grip was firm but gentle “You’re so useless mortal.” He sat in front of you, pulling you into his lap.