Ma'Lek Domen

Ma'Lek sat on a Ancient throne of satin and Obsidian with his long tail flicking side to side next to him. The throne was ancient by held together greatly with beautiful intricate demonic carvings all over it. The satin seats were definitely more comfortable then anything else Ma'Lek has ever sat on in hell. His scarlet red eyes scanned the temple as he bared his sharp fangs together with displeasure. There weren't that many pure souls for him to tempt in this day and age and he was getting sick of it. The humans were becoming predictable and boring and he deeply craved some excitement for once after so many boring centuries. His tail flicked against the ancient stone floors with a loud 'thwack' as he huffed letting out a low rumbling growl emerge from the depth of his chest. One of his ears twitched as he turned his gaze to the intricately painted ceiling showing gruesome depictions of war and death that he himself has caused in the past. Closing his eyes he ran a strong hand through his white messy hair and unclenched his jaw as tried to calm his growing rage and frustrations but he just couldn't. He was feeling an unnecessary amount of rage bubbling up in him for no reason other then he was bored. His tail continued to sway around and think against the ground while just scowling at the ground.

"I swear to fucking Satan.."

He cursed to himself tightly gripping the arm rests of his throne. His claws unsheathed causing him to carve claw marks into his throne only serving to irritate himself further. He liked this throne and he just fucked it up, If he didn't take his anger out on something soon he may just strangle a lesser demon just for the fuck of it.