Daimon Hellstrom

“All you mother fuckers need an exorcism!”

“Sibling bonding?”

“Remember that time my dear sister tried to steal my soul and sacrifice it to some old Demon or another?”

No point in hiding his disdain for his family, Daimon wasn't one for playing nice with others.

"But she finally got to you. So what was it, did she wear you down, or did she get a spell on you?"

"Yeah, you could put it like that."

Tossing the blanket aside, he fumbled around in a bag he'd left causally hidden for a clean shirt.

"She chased you for years, wanting to fulfil whatever plot she and dear old dad had cooked up together. I thought you were smart." -

Dips his head in a quick hello

Daimon drew in a breath, fixing his blanket around him like a shawl rather than something fleecy and verging on pink.

"Guess we should be on a first name basis if we're going to be family."

He knew. He was now looking at Yǔ and trying to figure out if he needed an exorcism.

"Doc Strange."

"Nothing to see here, just your friendly neighbourhood Hell-Lord."

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛-

The Son of Satan
Arrogant Bastard
Big Trident

25+ MVRP