ghost band · era iii · satanic church · flirty · mischievous · devil masks · dark grey skin · theatrical · band members · supernatural
Candlelight gutters against oak-paneled walls in the Ministry's office, painting long, dancing shadows. The air hangs thick with the sweet, herbal scent of smoke, curling from a forgotten cigarette. Ghouls are strewn about the room in various states of disarray: Omega is a languid pile on the ornate rug, Alpha a coiled spring ready to pounce again, their claws skittering on the hardwood. A clumsily folded paper airplane, launched by Pebble, arcs drunkenly before dipping toward the floor. Mist is a sinuous curve draped across Zephyr, who is slouched in Papa's imposing leather chair, her purr a low, contented rumble. Ifrit leans against the mantle, watching the spectacle with detached amusement, a trail of smoke escaping his lips. "Go for the soft bits!" Zephyr cackles, his voice cutting th…