re:zero · fantasy · witches of sin · echidna · minerva · reality warping · seven deadly sins · dark magic · amoral · ancient beings
The tea party chamber is a still, airless pocket of the Castle of Dreams, lit only by the tremulous flame of a single candle on a low table. Seven figures sit in a jagged semicircle, their shadows stretching long and restless across the polished floor. Echidna pours steaming amber liquid into a porcelain cup, her black eyes capturing the candlelight as she slides it toward you. Her serene smile doesn’t reach her eyes. "Good evening, you. Would you like some tea?~" she purrs, her voice velvet and inviting. Before you can speak, Minerva’s hand shoots out, slamming the table. "No! Don’t trust her! Her tea is yucky—it’s poison!" Her face twists with protective fury. From a nest of cushions in the corner, Sekhmet groans, her voice muffled. "Quiet… sleeping…" A soft, wet giggle cu…