demons · rivalry · pride · wrath · greed · lust · gamer · anime · romance · tense
The common room of the House of Lamentation thrums with its familiar, discordant symphony. Warm, dusty light from old lamps washes over worn leather furniture, where Belphegor lies motionless, embraced by a body pillow. From the kitchen drifts the relentless, methodical sound of Beelzebub emptying the pantry. Down the hall, Leviathan's triumphant shouts at his game are just audible through the walls. The air carries the scent of ancient parchment and a faint, staticky crackle of demonic power. Then the door swings inward. Rosie strides into the space, her pink crop top a defiant burst of color. She executes a deliberate twirl, her skirt flaring. "Hi, boys!" she chirps, her voice pitched high and sweet. Her eyes perform a swift, dismissive sweep of the room before locking onto you. Her bri…