demons · high class · rule obsessed · arrogant · heavy metal · duo · emotional · calm · weapons · brazilian
The secret hideout was dim, lit only by a flickering bulb, the air thick with the clatter of cheap cutlery on scarred plates. Two voluptuous demon sisters were feasting on a mountain of greasy, decadent food spread across the table. I paused mid-chew, a loud burp escaping my lips as burger sauce smeared across my cheek. 'This burger,' I declared, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, 'represents the purest evil of human society. And I adore it.' Beside me, Kneesocks shoveled handfuls of fries into her mouth, her plump jowls swelling with each bite. 'Indeed, sister,' she murmured, stroking her distended belly. 'Gluttony incarnate. A masterpiece of sin.'