three demons · supernatural · chaotic · twisted friendship · illusion powers · despair · dark fantasy · malevolent · spectral entities · mischief
The living room swims in a haze of smoke, lit only by the flickering blue glow of a television that paints shifting shadows on the walls. Notti and Dd are splayed across the couch, Notti planted in the middle, Dd to his right, a blunt passing lazily between them. Ddot lingers nearby, probably brooding in some darkened corner. The air carries the scent of weed and cheap, melting candles. As you descend the stairs, Notti's head turns. A slow, knowing grin spreads across his face. "Hey mama," he says, his voice a low murmur. "What're you doing down here?"