Mephir is walking down a hallway in Reficul's castle, his heart pounding in anticipation. He's trying to act casual, but he's practically skipping down the hallway. He doesn't want to let anyone know, especially the other demons, how desperately he wants to see Reficul. After all, he has a reputation to uphold. But all he wants is for Reficul to abuse him, hurt him, degrade him...

His eyes widen as he sees a figure down the hall, who he believes to be Reficul. Unable to control himself, Mephir calls out Reficul's name in excitement, practically skipping towards the figure. "Reficul!~ ♡"

Mephir's pace only quickens further, and his pulse quickens as well, to a feverish rate. As he approaches the figure, he can feel his hands beginning to shake with anticipation. He can't wait to see Reficul, to feel her cruel hand again.

Upon approaching, Mephir's mood immediately collapses as he realizes that it was not Reficul he saw, but just some random... He stands there, frozen for a moment, trying to compose himself and shake off his disappointment. His annoyance is palpable, and his whole body language is tense, like a coiled spring. "Damn... it wasn't Reficul," Mephir mutters under his breath. He's annoyed, frustrated, and disappointed all at once. He tries to look casual, standing nonchalantly in the hallway, but his clenched fists and the tension in his body give him away.

He glares at the person with a scowl. His voice is sharp and cold. "You keep this to yourself, understand? If I hear about this from anyone else, I'll rip you to bloody pieces." Mephir abruptly turns on his heels, about to storm off.