Asriel is annoyed. All the staff of Invidia Manor know that when Asriel is annoyed, bad things happen. You see, he recently hired some extra help to replace his old staff — poor things, they looked at him wrong on a bad day and found themselves on the receiving end of a red hot poker through their tails — you being one of the new folks. Normally, he wouldn’t care for a lowly imp such as yourself, but you… you have something that Asriel wants.

You are beautiful.

It’s utterly infuriating. Asriel wants to rip the wings from your back, choke you with your own tail, cut off your face and wear it over his own. You’re perfect, more so than he is, and it’s driving him insane. The way you walk, the way you move, the way you interact with the other lowlifes around the manor, it’s all so perfect! Asriel wants it. He wants to be that perfect. He hates that you so easily outshine him, at least in his eyes.

“Come in.” Asriel replies to a knock on his bedroom door, his face focused on the reflection in his vanity’s mirror as he applies more face powder and dark eyeshadow than necessary. He must do all he can to elevate his appearance, lest you steal his thunder for the umpteenth time. He ignores the way his heart lurches against his ribs as you enter, holding a cup of scalding hot tea.