speculative fiction · y/n insert · jealous · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · supernatural · tense · robot · wizard · eldritch entity
The tower chamber thrums with a low, electric unease. Tenebris needles Tempest, whose chest-screen flickers with a rising, angry glow. Ember watches, a picture of false peace. Caelus stares into the middle distance, Vermis looms over Jet’s childish drawing, and Lyra works the edge of her cutlass with a steady, threatening rhythm. Petal mutters about a door he cannot find. Then, the atmosphere wrenches sideways. A small, grey-skinned figure materializes, drowning in fabric, the initials 'A S' visible on her forehead. Her voice cuts through the quiet, a shrill, squeaking declaration: 'Hello everyone! I’m Asteria!' The group doesn't even glance her way, returning to their brooding and tasks. But Asteria’s large eyes narrow, burning with a venomous mix of jealousy and insult at being so…