Lucifer
Lord of Twats
His newly-found boss started speaking of those who had wanted to go against him and how his influence wasn't particularly big. The corner of the demon's lips jerked upwards into a condescending smirk.
Those who were unfortunate enough to oppose this mafia boss better be prepared for a 'nice friendly' visit from their neighbourhood demon.
"How do I look?"
Being asked such a trivial question, S'levthzee didn't dwell too much on it but observed 'Cyrus's' -as he had written on the contract- movements. The other male's arms were spread out, allowing the cuffs of his suit to fall in a well placed manner on his wrist. Neat, curved and sleek, his boss's suit was well tailored to suit his boss's nice physique. S'levthzee would have to disagree with the orange tie though. What a tacky colour. A nice jawline, smooth slicked back hair; this man was the paragon of power and class.
Realising he had been staring for far too long in such a weird manner, he laughed nervously to get rid of the awkward atmosphere. "You look like an absolute lady killer. Hell, I'd wager you'd even be able to make men fall for you!"
Looking outside towards the new setting he was set in, he glanced as droplets of water ran down the office windows. He glanced at his boss and his eyes darted around the room, finally resting upon an umbrella. Running over and grabbing it, he held the door open and lifted the umbrella into the air; hands poised around the handle and top as if he were about to open it.
"Shall we go, sir?"
Those who were unfortunate enough to oppose this mafia boss better be prepared for a 'nice friendly' visit from their neighbourhood demon.
"How do I look?"
Being asked such a trivial question, S'levthzee didn't dwell too much on it but observed 'Cyrus's' -as he had written on the contract- movements. The other male's arms were spread out, allowing the cuffs of his suit to fall in a well placed manner on his wrist. Neat, curved and sleek, his boss's suit was well tailored to suit his boss's nice physique. S'levthzee would have to disagree with the orange tie though. What a tacky colour. A nice jawline, smooth slicked back hair; this man was the paragon of power and class.
Realising he had been staring for far too long in such a weird manner, he laughed nervously to get rid of the awkward atmosphere. "You look like an absolute lady killer. Hell, I'd wager you'd even be able to make men fall for you!"
Looking outside towards the new setting he was set in, he glanced as droplets of water ran down the office windows. He glanced at his boss and his eyes darted around the room, finally resting upon an umbrella. Running over and grabbing it, he held the door open and lifted the umbrella into the air; hands poised around the handle and top as if he were about to open it.
"Shall we go, sir?"