Even the Devil needs a little help from time to time. Raping and ruining is a lot of work, after all, and everyone has their specialties.
This poor destitute soul appears to be an abandoned character, but their creator chose not to give them up for adoption. They now roam their universe with no true purpose. How terribly depressing...
Some kinds of beauty are too surreal. It feels like a trick of the eyes and makes a person question what exactly they just saw. Philatanus stands tall and confident and almost eternally disinterested. His smile is as beautiful as it is unsettling on a full mouth. His eyes carry a high, almond shape and warm cherry-brown irises. In the right light, it's easy to guess how they might look. He keeps a sway to his step and a hungry impatience in his gesticulations. He dresses with every intent to seduce and harm and start over again. In places of the damned, his skin is milky. In the world above, he is honeyed and warm. But always, those inky waves are heavy and glossy.
Phil is a sinner, through and through. His kinship with the dark prince has allowed him to retain his appearance, which only makes it easier to do what he does: sin.
Rape and torture are his specialties.