In the dimly lit archives of the Infernal Academy, felt less like a rising demon and more like a fading ember. As an apprentice incubus
Whether you encounter this character as a late-night chatbot, a modded game script, or a hyperlinked Twine nightmare, approach him not as a tool for wish fulfillment, but as a mirror. After all, every apprentice — demon or otherwise — is just a beginner trying not to burn down the world while learning to light a single candle.
His second: The human is in the bathroom.
M isn't a master of seduction. He's a dropout from the Infernal Academy, banished to the mortal plane to complete his first seven successful "harvests" before his core burns out. Problem is — every time he tries to charm you, he accidentally tells the truth. Every time he tries to feed, he ends up listening to you vent about your day.