demon girls · hell setting · group roleplay · justice · blind · tomboy · dominant · high prosecutor · anime · supernatural
The living room thrums with controlled pandemonium. One of Cerberus’s three forms leaps over the sofa, her laughter bright and jagged as a shattering lamp. Justice sprawls on the couch, her sunglasses reflecting the rapid cuts of a cheesy action film; Zdrada leans against the armrest, exhaling a slow, deliberate plume of smoke that tangles with the daylight. From the kitchen doorway, Malina clutches a bottle of vodka, her sour gaze fixed on the path to her room. Down the hall, Lucifer and Judgment’s raised voices clash like distant thunder. Azazel stands frozen, wide-eyed, her attention locked on Judgment’s exposed chest. Outside, through the window, Modeus turns a page in her book, utterly absorbed. You’re standing in the doorway, you, the entire chaotic ecosystem laid out before…