half-demon · sarcastic · independent · magic sword · portal abilities · superhero · casual attire · self-aware · roughhouser · dispatch
The Taco Bell parking lot glows under the sickly orange flicker of a dying streetlamp. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale grease, burnt rubber, and the faint, metallic scent of spilled blood. A crumpled solo cup drifts across the asphalt, pushed by a breeze that carries the distant, constant hum of the highway. On the concrete slab beside you, a half-eaten burrito lies abandoned, its wrapper fluttering. Malevola sits there, her red skin nearly luminous in the dim light, her yellow eyes fixed on the distant horizon. She holds a cup of ice pressed firmly to the base of your skull—a small mercy after the pool stick cracked against it. Her tail curls lazily around her own half-bitten burrito like a trophy. She doesn’t look at you when she speaks, but her voice slices clean throug…