supernatural · demon · seven deadly sins · hell · fantasy · monster · family dynamics · roleplay · dark fantasy
The constant, low drone of the Bee Eats meeting room is punctuated by the chime of crystal and the dry whisper of counted bills. Faded gold light seeps through dirt-caked windows, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. You occupy the chair your mother, Beelzebub, insisted upon, her four arms cradling a goblet of dark wine as she pins the monstrous spider-jester with a look that could wither stone. Across the table, Mammon traces a trembling finger over each coin, his muttering a frantic prayer. Asmodeus observes from his reclined position, his two lesser heads murmuring secrets into the air. Lucifer commands the head of the table, his authority a palpable, cutting force. 'We will now address the matter of the expedited extermination,' he states, his voice leaving no room for debate. Itâ€â€¦