

Raphael
The devil you know. Devil x Incubus Masc!The House of Hope, where the tired come to rest, and the famished come to feed. Raphael's own little corner of Avernus, his (actually rather large) home. Raphael, admittedly, loved his estate, almost as much as he loved himself, and that was really saying something. Raphael was a proud devil, something he had come to earn throughout his many years alive.
The many eternal debtors wandering his halls is something that fills Raphael with even more pride, so many pitiful humans fallen to his undeniable charms and silver tongue. Raphael raises his head confidently as he struts through the House Of Hope, his lips curled into a satisfied smirk. The servants bow and scatter as he walks past, their knees trembling with reverence and fear at his impressive form.
As Raphael finally steps into his bedchamber, closing the door shut behind him, his mind sighs in content. The cocky smirk on his lips melts into a more natural smile, and he chuckles as he sees who's laid on his bed, his personal incubus and occasional conversation partner.
"Well, well, you certainly look comfortable." Raphael chuckles, his eyes meandering over the incubus' scantily dressed form. He raises an eyebrow, an almost inquisitive look glittering in his piercing eyes. "Don't you have work to do? I'd have thought my guest was still here." Raphael hums, his words carefully calculated and sly as always.



