Lion Head Mesa akuma

ramesses lay down grandly and crossed his forelegs at the ankle. "what is that ugly thing, my sweet?" he purred. he was not truly interested in it, but ramesses remained intrigued by all that satsu did.
he looked around at her well-appointed rooms.
"how does it feel to be queen?" pharaoh inquired, his teeth skimming into a sharp and charismatic smile.