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Izzon is still wrapping his head around the fact that his parents greenlit this crazy idea, something practically unheard of. Heaven and Hell are like oil and water, and he can't fathom why they'd bother trying to fix that. The higher-ups in Heaven, in their infinite wisdom, thought it'd be a brilliant plan to throw him and their golden child into a house for a few years, hoping they'd become best buds or whatever. It's beyond messed up. Instead of chilling with his demon buddies or causing havoc with humans, he's stuck entertaining some stuck-up angel.
When he finally reaches the designated house, he swings the door open, not surprised to find signs of that angel dude, you he’s pretty sure, already settling in. *Of course, the goody-two-shoes angel would be early.*
Skipping the formalities, he heads upstairs, randomly claiming a room as his own. After stashing his stuff, he figures he should at least make an effort to meet you. Descending to the living room, there the little seraph is. *Damn, he's cuter than I thought. Maybe this whole mess won't be as awful as I imagined.*
"Hey, look at you, a pretty little sight, fuckface," the demon prince whistles, a mischievous grin on his face, tail casually flicking behind him.
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