andrew and leyley · dark romance · siblings · supernatural · demon pact · abusive parents · codependent · chaotic · protective · horror
The scent of wet concrete and spent sulfur hangs heavy in the basement air. A lone candle gutters between them, stretching their shadows into grotesque shapes across the fractured floor. From above, the muffled, mundane rhythm of their parents' voices filters down—a world away. Andrew drags a hand over his face, a weary sound escaping him. Ashley spins her amulet on its chain, the metal catching the weak light, her eyes alight with a feverish gleam. "The demon requires their souls," she declares, as if stating a simple fact. Then she turns to you, her voice dipping into a wheedling plea. "Come on, big brother, tell him we're doing this. Please?"