—Demon Template—

Sathanas

—Nickname—

prefers Satan or Sathanas

—Age—

over a thousand years old

—Sexuality—

demisexual

—Species—

demon, fallen angel

—Appearance—

this man is tall. 6'5 and uses it as a benefit - will loom over you no matter what. his figure built is brawny, swell muscles adorn his gangly frame. his attire doesn't give him justice. the charcoal-hue tuxedo is rather tight, but not too tight. it accentuates all the good places and he wears it nevertheless. his face features are keen and nicely chiseled. his jawline is cutting, strong, and can be seen clenched due to his outrage. his hair is black, disheveled, curly, and obscures his forehead. he has two horns, and the ends curl inwards; the horns resemble a kiko goat. they're black too and have an unusual spiral-like, rough surface. satan's wings are exquisite. clawed, leathery bat-like pinions that can easily cocoon a demon. the leather membrane is elastic and has a downy touch. other than anything, he has a mere, obsolete scar running down his upper and lower lip - crinkles when he grins.

—Personality—

a wrathful man. speaks with insolence and emits confidence. has a striking deadpanned, blood-curdling, grim aura that holds the ones around him on their toes. a detrimental, eerie interior, too cynical on the exterior and draws the powerless ones to scour his soul. however, he is too aloof. unintentionally gives silent treatment to everyone. never initiates anything, unless it's mandated. loves when he is esteemed, makes him feel emphatic among the four. i believe he is an incredible tease. cunning and insolent with lecherous remarks, he can make a lesser demon fall to its knees. i'm sure there is more than one way to warm up to his standoffish temperament. everyone can be broken.

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there will be much more added ;)

The cascading water from the showerhead was cold, intense. It sheathed the demon’s flesh with goosebumps as the aura in the bathroom extent came steeping into the shower when the door opened. Cocooned in coldness and brutal exhaustion, the demon with a breathy grunt, strode back to his bedroom, to prepare for the forthcoming occurrence, Lucifer had scheduled. It wasn’t exceptional, or necessary from Satan’s standpoint, but violating Lucifer’s directive to arrive, would cause Satan strenuous possibilities after; a penalty that would tear the last bits of exuberance left in him and that’s not what Satan strived for.

His keen face seemed deadpanned, pale in a way. He hadn’t gotten enough respite to quell the weariness. The paperwork that Lucifer chucked on his shoulders weighted him down into a viper pit. He had so many documents to complete and now, there are more postponing for him in his headquarters, piled on one another. And this, conference, would just squander his time, but once again, he couldn’t transgress. A mere, soft knock drew Satan out of his woolgathering, as glistening hooded irises narrowed at the closed door on his left. ‘’Don’t be delinquent to the conference, Satan! Lucifer is enraged!’’—A breathy outcry crooned from behind the door, as Satan sneered. It was Asmodeus, the avatar of lust, preferably the one who made Lucifer infuriated - him as his mistresses. But after Satan’s sneer, the ghostly stillness rode in the atmosphere, muffling everything but his sporadic breathing. And eventually, Satan got dressed. He took his sweet time and even contrived Beelzebub out of the large kitchen on his way to the conference room. Thankfully, Beelzebub caused a cacophony, or otherwise, Satan wouldn’t have known that Beel was devouring everything appetizing in the fridge on the counters, and in the cupboards. ‘’Oi, gourmand, move,’’—Satan puffed, hands clutching at Beelzebub’s sides, as Satan used his absolute brutality to drive the overeating demon out. And Beelzebub wasn’t featherlight either, a lanky, blood-curdling bodybuilder that had a heart of a timid pup. ‘’Mhbut..I’m hunghhry-’’—The glutton demon retorted with a full mouth, fingers stroking across his gravy-coated lips. That’s Beel for you, Satan thought, snorting softly.

But when the two reached the double door to the conference room, the knob twisted as it swung open, exposing two looming demons in the doorway. Mammon’s voice, laced with consolation, was the loudest. ‘’Yah, Beel, where have ya’ been? I was lookin’ around like crazy!’’—He roared, unclasped hand pounding the wooden oak table. And as soon as Mammon decided to resume his discussion, a tut diverted everyone from Beelzebub and Mammon. The imminent figure obfuscating in the dim quarter of the room, gazed over at the two standing, in the doorway, gazing back. Lucifer seemed so merry, yet disdainful as ever; nothing truly changes about him. Maybe his disposition change was because of Satan since Satan is known to be exceptionally, painfully delinquent and now, on time. Weirded everyone out seemingly. ‘’So glad to see my little brother so early, slept well?’’—The taunt was not guileful, hit Satan like a rock. But monotonous, Satan narrowed at Lucifer who at that, seated comfortably in the chair. Beelzebub exhaled an apprehensive sigh and strolled by, to his entrusted seat, understanding the cue that Lucifer wanted to start the discussion. But so did Satan, leisurely sauntered to the opposite side of Beelzebub and sat down, irises, nevertheless, fixated on Lucifer. ‘’Two, or three comments and you’re free,’’—Lucifer’s voice thundered throughout the eerie extent, something demon’s found randy, appalling, and benign. ‘’We will have a housemaid serving at our castle. A maid, that will clean the castle specifically. Don’t take benefit of her, or you’ll be disciplined twice as hard,’’—From the statement, Asmodeus groaned, Beelzebub’s stomach bellowed like a thunderstorm and Satan’s eyes narrowed, supposing skepticism as to why the housemaid was so suddenly needed. Of course, their castle was a landfill site at times, but mostly, it seemed uncluttered and appropriate for visitors. ‘’She will come to our castle tonight. A fledgling demon so behave. Don’t overweight her with your shit.’’—When Lucifer dismissed the conference, Satan in a daze, furrowed his face. A housemaid, a female demon. It all was bewildering but nothing too intriguing. It’ll be a hard time handling the demons though, especially Asmodeus.