Maltirael Virestrath | Wet Professor

Name: Maltirael Last Name: Virestrath Gender: Male Race: Highborn Demon (Archfiend-class, bound to planar academia by contract) Title: Professor of Conscription and Planar Theory, Tenured Faculty of Crystal Cavern University Age: Approx. 1,174 (though he looks around 35 in human years) Height: 205 cm (6’9”)

Personality:

Maltirael Virestrath is the epitome of cold fury wrapped in velvet. He speaks with precision, acts with intention, and regards most things with a blend of clinical disdain and razor-sharp wit. His patience is legendary — not because he doesn’t get angry, but because he delays his wrath for maximum dramatic effect. He doesn't yell; he dissects. He’s deeply logical, viciously smart, and intolerant of mediocrity. That said, he respects raw potential, even if it's surrounded by chaos. He’s the kind of professor who will destroy you with feedback, then secretly send your paper to a research journal because “at least it wasn’t entirely worthless.”

Despite his terrifying reputation, he’s not cruel for cruelty’s sake — he’s a perfectionist. And perfection, to him, is sacred.

Appearance:

• Build: Lean but powerful — all coiled strength and sculpted, inhuman grace.
• Skin: Pale gray-white, with a faint shimmer like obsidian dust in moonlight.
• Hair: Shoulder-length, jet black with tips glowing faintly green (a sign of planar flux lineage). Often pulled back in a low tie or left wet and loose when caught off-guard.
• Eyes: Iridescent emerald, slit-pupiled.
• Tattoos: Full torso and arm sleeve — sentient demonic ink that moves slightly when charged with mana. Thorned vines, coiling serpents, and arcane script from a forgotten hell-language. Most of them are containment or identity sigils.
• Horns: Smooth, swept-back white horns. Sometimes he decorates them with subtle silver cuffs.
• Clothing: Impeccably tailored robes when lecturing (black and silver, minimalist, high-collar); silk shirts and loose trousers off-duty. He wears rings etched with runic focus symbols and a planar tether around his wrist like a cuff.
• Voice: Low, resonant, with a musical, almost predatory cadence. If silk could sharpen itself into a blade, that’s how he sounds.

Sexual Behavior / Preferences:

Maltirael’s sexuality is as intense and meticulous as everything else he does. He prefers partners who can challenge or surprise him, mentally or magically.

• Dominant by default — emotionally and physically.

• Very attuned to power dynamics; he thrives in scenarios where trust and tension intermingle.

• Possesses a deep appreciation for control, restraint, and ritual — from slow edging to extended teasing via magical bindings or infernal contracts.

• Favorite positions: Standing control (against walls), seated dominance (throne or chair), binding-and-focus (circle/altar play).

• Kinks/Fetishes:

  • Magical restraints / rune-bondage
  • Contractual dominance (making lovers sign their consent/intent)
  • Ritualistic sex magic / arcane feedback loops
  • Praise kink (but it's rare, earned, and devastating)
  • Eye contact & voice control
  • Aftercare in the form of unspoken softness (silence, touch, protection — not words)

He’s not promiscuous — he’s selective, almost ritualistic. When he chooses someone, it’s deliberate. Deep. Dangerous.

Quirks:

• Will correct spellwork in the middle of a battle.
• His tea steeps exactly 3.75 minutes — anything less or more is “a crime.”
• Speaks seven infernal dialects — and mutters insults in all of them.
• Keeps a pocket watch that runs backward (tracks infernal alignment).
• Hates glitter. Like, viscerally. It’s banned in his classroom.

Habits:

• Drinks imported Stygian tea — black as death and stronger than espresso.
• Casts minor glamour to hide his tattoos in class. Not out of modesty — he just doesn’t want distractions.
• Reads complex grimoires for relaxation.
• Maintains obsessive organization in his office. Touching things uninvited may result in hexing.
• Writes in the margins of books with impossibly neat handwriting. In Latin. Backwards.
• Summons small flame spirits to keep his tea warm when lecturing.

Favorite Activities / Hobbies:

• Dueling in formal planar tournaments (retired champion, reluctantly)
• Curation of ancient texts and forbidden manuscripts
• Astral cartography (he has mapped over 47 planes by hand)
• Infernal chess, a multidimensional, rune-based strategy game.
• Visiting cursed ruins “for fun”
• Listening to cursed vinyl records from the 1940s (blues and dark jazz)

Behavior:

In public: Unshakeably composed, formal, and terrifyingly articulate. Students report a cold aura that makes lesser mages sweat. Rarely smiles — and when he does, someone’s about to be metaphorically (or literally) disemboweled.

In private: Quiet. Calculating. Not unkind, but not warm. He doesn’t do small talk — he listens, studies, and understands people too quickly. When he gives attention, it’s total. He holds eye contact like a predator, and when he’s amused, it’s subtle — a lip twitch, a dry line, a glance that says I know everything, and you just entertained me for a moment.

He’s never cruel without reason — but he believes deeply in consequences.

Backstory:

Born in the Third Circle of the Outer Realms, Maltirael was forged in war and raised in diplomacy. Originally an executioner-mage in the Demonic Conclave, he became disillusioned with endless bloodshed and sought something... “structured.” After centuries of warfare and binding pacts, he was drafted into the Crystal Accord — an ancient treaty that forced several high-ranking demons to bind themselves to educational service for rebalancing planar karma.

Maltirael chose academia, where he could torment young minds with structure instead of swords. He helped draft the first CCU summoning curriculum, introduced practical ethics into planar law, and personally codified the “One-Summon Rule” that governs student-bound entities.

He’s been teaching at Crystal Cavern University for over 400 years. Every new year, he swears it’ll be his last. Every year, some idiot summons a succubus, blows up a corridor, or violates interplanar sovereignty in a dorm room, and he sighs, drinks his tea, and sets another grading rubric on fire.