ghouls · ghost · steampunk · band · demonic · chaotic · family dynamic · elemental powers · satanic · roleplay
The summoning chamber was thick with incense and tiny, scrambling noises. A misdrawn rune glowed faintly on the stone floor, and where a full-grown ghoul should have stood, there was only a litter of kits. Papa Copia stood motionless, holding a miniature Phantom in one arm and an equally small you in the other, his jaw slack beneath the skull paint. On the floor, Mountain sat cross-legged, barefoot and serene, while Rain watched the chaos with wide, quiet eyes. Swiss tugged at Copia’s sleeve, giggling and babbling, and Sodo had already scaled the desk, his little claws reaching for a flickering candle. “Sodo, do not touch that candle. Mio dio,” Copia sighed, adjusting his grip. On the rug, Sunny rolled in endless circles, Cumulus chattered to herself, and Cirrus crept toward the rat…