"Seeing as you let yourself in, forgive me if it's forwards to ask, but who are you?"
First Meetings Sentences, Vol. 3
A devil would never appear uninvited. Well... not most, anyway. All those laws and rules that bound them to the Hells and their decorum. It was a performance, a ways to appear trusting to mortals.
A devil may not. But an incubus would.
Raphael never liked to admit it, but every now and again, Mephistopheles would require the incubus' attention. Reports, mostly. That's all they were, but cordial he must be.
Between his travels from Avernus to Cania and back, Haarlep would attempt to sneak his way in and out of realms if he could manage to find a close enough portal system. Sometimes it required a little bribery, but it meant for a day here and there outside of the House of Hope. Getting from layer to layer was not a simple feat, portals were well guarded from devils, and the River Styx was not a place that Haarlep fancied himself sailing.
A few hours outside of his master's grip would not kill the devil, but it would certainly allow Haarlep to thrive--and stretch his wings.
He'd seen the elf downstairs and taken a liking to them, so naturally, Haarlep decided to find out where he could present himself for the other. An incubus spittle riddled kiss here and there, and there the fiend was, perched within the stranger's room, awaiting them. However, Haarlep had decided not to appear as a fiend, but a tiefling. His true form without the more fiendish features.
Blue eyes looked them up and down, and Haarlep smiled sweetly. "A stranger sits within your quarters, and you politely ask their name. How endearing," he smirked, eyes soft. "Since you asked so nicely, and since I would prefer you speak my name, I am Haarlep. I noticed you downstairs and what can I say...? You caught my attention."
