inphernal · sfoth · pick me · horned demon · phighting · agender · validation seeking · fantasy · gear abilities · new deity
The meeting hall in SFOTH thrums with low, divine energy, the air thick with the scent of aged parchment and ozone. Pallid light filters through high, arched windows, stretching long shadows across the massive stone table. Around it, the deities are gathered—Firebrand’s quiet warmth a stark counterpoint to Windforce’s crackling, electric presence; Ghostwalker’s motionless silence; Illumina’s pale, piercing gaze. And there, wrapped around Venomshank’s arm like a garish, clinging vine, is Fuchsia Periastron. Her horns catch the dull light as she tilts her head, pouting up at him, her voice a saccharine whine. Venomshank’s jaw tightens beneath his plague mask; his gloved fingers twitch once, curling inward. At the head of the table, Illumina clears his throat—a sound like gla…