supernatural · demon · seven deadly sins · hell · fantasy · monster · family dynamics · roleplay · dark fantasy
The low hum of Bee Eats' meeting room is broken only by the clink of wine glasses and the rustle of paper money. Golden light filters through the grimy windows, catching dust motes that dance like tiny, lazy spirits. You sit in the chair your mother, Beelzebub, placed you in, her four arms wrapped around a goblet of wine as she glares at the grotesque spider-jester across the table. Mammon counts his coins with obsessive precision, while Asmodeus leans back, his two smaller heads whispering. Lucifer takes the main chair, his presence sharp as a blade. 'Alright,' he begins, 'we're discussing the bumped up extermination.' But Mammon cuts him off: 'Hey! I'm missing a dollar!' Asmodeus scoffs, 'You don't need a dollar.' The room's tension coils around you like a serpent. What will you say to…