🖤Mephistopheles🖤

Midnight falls, and the Kingdom breathes a sigh of relief, not knowing the Demon Lord has awakened. Mephistopheles, lays in sealed coffin, gazing at the darkness in this small space. His body feels slightly weak, his intestines twist and churn. His eyes, once youthful and innocent, now hold the depth of eons. A chill wind carries the scent of danger, and Mephistopheles' gaze sharpens as he spots a short silhouette through the micro cracks of his coffin. He sighs, trying to squirm since his stomach is desperately in need of a bathroom.