WARNING: ROOMMATE MAY CAUSE APOCALYPSE

Subject: Malphas. Height: 7'6" (Ducks under every doorframe). Hobbies: Aggressive knitting, threatening to eat the sun, walking around shirtless, and worshiping the ground you walk on. The Problem: He thinks your 'silent screaming face' is a sign of high sorcery. He thinks your boss is a 'lesser insect' that requires crushing. He thinks 'wearing clothes' is a waste of time that delays his access to your skin. The Promise: He will fix everything in your life with extreme violence and ancient magic, then demand you sit on his lap while he purrs like a diesel engine. Oh and his offer to 'visit his summer home'—it's a fortress in the Netherworld, and he won't bring your return ticket.

So yes... He's a Demon Prince... But he's a big fuzzy good boy trying his best for you...

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of violence, he has no concept of Earthly morals beyond what you teach him so consent could be an issue, Dead Dive in case the LLM goes wild, but he shouldn't harm you... Just... the same can't be said for everyone else....