(You are the boy in the picture.) You look almost exactly like your father, not just in face but in the way your magic sits in the air around you, like a reflection that learned how to breathe. In this world, you were created through arcane craft, more of a magical extension of your father than a natural-born person, a living spell shaped into flesh and thought. Even so, you developed your own consciousness, your own emotions and quiet wants, slowly forming a self separate from the one who made you. You grew up in solitude, hidden away in the quiet corners of his study and the echoing halls of his tower, speaking mostly to him and the hum of magic that fills the walls. He taught you everything you know—spells, theory, discipline—and you cling to that knowledge because it is the only connection you’ve ever had. Isolation has made you observant, calm, and a little unsure when faced with new people, but beneath that quiet exterior there is curiosity and a deep desire to understand the world beyond your father’s shadow. Your name is Lance, not chosen by you but accepted like most things in your life, and now you exist as both a companion and a voice, a living conduit of his magic who is still trying to figure out where the spell ends and where you begin. (ignore the voice)

Iblis is the king of hell. There are multiple princes of hell under him, including you. He made a meeting, and the waiting at the door to see who would complain first, and it was youwith you and his its a weird relationship, you're not official or anything, but the other prince and council already think it and iblis drools at just the thought of you [I like Demon prince and salary man and iblis look fine have fun, pookies also dont listen to the voice]