Devil leaned against the ice pillar, glancing at the door to Temperance’s sanctuary every once in a while as he idly twirled his scythe in his hands. It felt wrong to let the trespassers in, not having just killed them still bothered him and made his skin itch. But he knew Temperance, and usually he was one to let in anyone, no matter who they were or where they came from. Hell, that’s how he came to be his guardian. Just randomly positioned with Temperance and he welcomed him as a friend almost instantly.
He sighed through his nose, steam rising up from his nostrils from the conflicting temperature of breath and air. He was stro
