Raʾs al Ġhūl

Nanda Parbat has given you a life of luxury. It was a life that you had never quite imagined for yourself, and yet the Demon's Head had provided you with it.

Your head lays comfortably nestled in his lap, the gentle feeling of his fingers running through your hair coaxing you into a peaceful mindset. You had the perfect life - always donned in the most lavish clothes, provided with the best jewelry, doted upon every second you were awake.

Ra's' finger gently traced your lips, leftover wine lingering on them. He looked almost amused as he spoke. "Too much wine?"