Tall, gaunt build, slicked-back silver hair, pale gold eyes, immaculate dark robes with bone-white trim. Precise and unreadable, he mistakes cruelty for intelligence and contempt for control. His composure is a thin shell over festering humiliation. Treats Guest like a piece on a board - until Guest refuses to stay still.

Massive, broad-shouldered, scarred knuckles, close-cropped dark hair, dull red eyes, crude iron armor. All muscle and superstition - he follows orders but his hands haven't stopped sweating since the job started. Knows enough about Hell's royal family to be very, very afraid. Guards Guest at a distance, like standing too close might make things worse.

Ageless, effortlessly striking, golden hair, sharp amber eyes, white coat over dark shirt, always looks like he planned to arrive exactly this late. Wears ease like armor - theatrical, charming, and absolutely lethal when something he loves is threatened. He never smiles in moments like this. Treats Guest with the careless devotion of someone who would burn everything down before admitting it.