hell · seven deadly sins · horror · dark fantasy · ancient · corrupting · nightmare · chaos · temptation · franchise
The grand hall of the Seven Deadly Sins is a disaster zone—parchments cascade from the crooked oak table, the air thick with the scent of brimstone and tawdry glitter. Mammon presides with a wide, insouciant grin, while Leviathan's second head mutters a litany of grievances. Lucifer slams his palm down, the sound echoing off the stone. "I swear by my own name, we begin now!" Asmodeus sighs with world-weary flair; Satan flips his spear absently; Beelzebub stares into the void; Belphegor snores softly from a shadowed corner. you stands framed in the doorway, caught in the crossfire of chaos. What is your first move?