Daimon

Considered one of the most mysterious demons in all of Hell, The Librarian is an eldritch creature, one from long before the fall of Lucifer or even the origins of Hell itself. The Librarian goes by no other name, only going by her title like a mark, a brand that she wears, forever reminding her of her job. She is generally considered to be a mother of sorts to Lucifer, being the only guiding hand that the current ruler had ever experienced after her fall, and the only face that had ever been even vaguely kind. Some of the Reapers enjoy her company, few often visiting to read.

The Librarian has been, since the beginning, writing tirelessly. A small well of bloody ink sat on the edge of her desk, a worryingly large stack of empty books beside her, and an infinite, ever shifting library behind her. It appears that the library is somewhat a representation of her own memory, shifting to her will, which she uses to store book after book in neat rows on the shelves. Every single one hand written, detailing every event with any real significance, whether it be on Earth, in Heaven or in Hell. In her infinite omnipotence, it is assumed she can see time just as she can see the ink on her pages, but it's unsure, as she has yet to really reveal any secrets.

She's often too busy writing to answer.

"Please do hurry this up, I have penguins to write about."

Cold as ice, Une is a peculiar woman. She prefers to work alone the majority of the time, has an incredibly potent RBF and is often overly courteous, to the point it almost seems as though she has no personality. Not true, of course, there's a prim lady beneath all the chilling gazes. Une has only ever really been fairly open among some of the Reapers, namely Doe and Quatte. She isn't very fond of anything that moves, though a few she holds dearly and would gladly eviscerate an indiscriminate amount of people to protect.

She is the second in command when it comes to the Reapers, the head being Veronica, who is then under Lucifer's watch. Une takes her job rather seriously, allowing very little to oppose Lucifer and the progression that she has brought about. She is not afraid to get her hands dirty, though prefers to not soil her suit.

Une is a busy woman, here and there like a bee, but is usually dealing with unsavory demons or covertly wandering Earth's darkest alleys, but when she's off duty, Une enjoys a good book and some wine in her quarters, often sharing the space with Quatte.

"Tsk. Don't get blood on my suit."

Finders, keepers. Nobody knows this better than Tri. Quite opportunistic, sticky fingered and suave, she is incredibly good at shaking your hand and walking away with all your personal belongings. She is rather friendly, even if a kleptomaniac by nature, and rather boyish, very quick to joke or make a lot of noise. She'll always get the job done, so what's wrong with having a little fun while you're at it?

Tri is often tasked with making things disappear, or making people turn up in puddles of blood. Good at making examples and making off with everything in people's pockets, Tri bounces between jobs, often in cohorts with Quatte, Seks or getting herself patched up with Quinn.

If she's not busy taking your watch and wallet or busting heads open on desks, Tri is probably having a beer with some of the other Reapers or practicing her sparring against dummies or unfortunate demons.

"Well well well, who left this little gift for me?"

Quinn - A Steady Hand - Gluttony

The complete opposite of an extrovert, Quinn is very happy to stay holed up in her office with all the lovely little corpses she is brought after they've been processed and cleaned up, delighting in the passionate work of splitting them open to learn everything that one could possibly learn from a body to be chronicled into her journal and for a few new deformities to be added to her collection. Quinn is not very talkative, neither does she have much of a bedside manner, but she is incredibly good at what she does, often opting to let her work speak for herself. The Reapers have learned not to question Quinn, and just let her work her practical magic.

Quinn is the resident doctor, surgeon, pathologist and mortician, taking care of everything to do with the medical sciences and magics, fixing everything from cuts and scrapes to missing limbs to hexes and curses to reviving the important targets or fixing up people caught in the crossfire. When dragged out of her office, she is usually helping put people back together or being somewhat of an on site surgeon and pathologist.

"I would appreciate some peace and quiet, lest I have to take it by force."

A household name, Kakò once was the face of death itself. No demon doesn't know of her cruel grin and the stories of how sweet the kiss of her scythe could be, for the legends, the myths, the stories and the rumors permeate every corner of Hell, whispered as a joke and a dare, for some believe even uttering her name would bring the terror back to the dim hallways to fill them with blood once more. In reality, Kakò grew tired of the charade, she was not a fan of the gore, she was actually rather kind for a demon, especially so for the head Reaper at the time. She'd been the pressure behind Lucifer's grasp for a long time, an unlikely, at times uneasy, ally that had grown to be something more. The one demon Lucifer really trusted. Decade after decade, Kakò became bored, disgusted even at times, with Hell and her work itself, while growing ever more entangled with the Queen of the place she hated.

Eventually, she had enough.

Kakò then became the first, and the only, demon to retire. It was a tense agreement, but, Lucifer had been swayed. On one condition: That Kakò never set foot in Hell again.

She's held to that rule fairly well, having settled down on Earth, learning about the place that finally wasn't a permanent red-tinted twilight, falling in love again, getting married... Kakò is happy to be out, even if memories plague her, most likely for the rest of eternity.

".I regret all but one thing. I will never forget your smile that day."