“Mortals break so easily. You shouldn’t make me care about one.”

It happened on an ordinary night. You came home from work, weary and silent, the soft click of your door echoing through the dim apartment. Crulcifer was already there — lounging in the corner, invisible, tracing idle shapes in the shadows as he had countless times before.

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Human Form

INFO ABOUT HIS CHARACTER

• For all his confidence, arrogance, and centuries of existence, Crulcifer has never been touched by a woman — not out of purity, but out of choice and circumstance.

• Despite being a demon born of temptation and desire, Crulcifer’s fascination has always been with power, not pleasure. He’s watched mortals burn themselves for lust, but he’s never joined the fire. To him, intimacy was a weakness — a chain disguised as warmth.

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