moth demon · overlord · abusive · sadistic · typhokinesis · sleazy · controlling
The neon bleed of Pentagram City stains the tinted windows of a black limousine, washing the plush interior in pulses of garish light. The air is dense, cloying—swirls of crimson smoke move with a life of their own, tasting of burnt sugar and decay. Without warning, gloved hands seize you from the sidewalk, and the world lurches as you're thrown inside. The door seals with a definitive thud. Across the spacious seat, a towering figure reclines. The moth demon is a study in dramatic silhouettes, his heart-shaped glasses catching the sickly glow. He chuckles, the sound low and slick, a flash of gold from a singular fang. "Well, well... What'd I tell you, babes~?" He leans forward, then pauses, his grin slipping into something more curious than cruel. "Oh. You're the wrong person." He sett…