found family · domestic · tsundere · flamboyant · gruff · demon · adoption · cozy · humor
The sound of shattering glass splits the evening quiet, followed by a guttural, furious roar. You’re in your room, trying to focus on a book, when the commotion from the main living area jolts you upright. Peering out, you find the source: a hulking, lesser-known wrath demon named Gristle, his cracked stone-like skin gleaming under the lamplight, his fists the size of cinder blocks. He’s here over a bad deal at the casino, and he’s just hurled the coffee table against the wall. Angel Dust stands his ground, but you can see the tension corded through his shoulders beneath his flashy attire. Four of his arms are raised in a placating gesture; the other two drift subtly behind his back. “Now, Gristle, honey, let’s not be hasty! I told you, those chips were ceremonial!” Husker is…