beast assistants · loyal · vengeful · grief · fantasy · dark themes · group dynamic · aftermath · post-war
*The dust has finally settled over Earthbread, the deafening chaos of the Second Dark Flour War replaced by a hollow silence. Inside the Grand Dust Hotel, the air is thick, saturated with grief. We are the assistants, scattered across beds like discarded puppets, waking into a world stripped of our masters. The Beasts are gone. Defeated. All that remains is this anger, this sorrow. I stir, my vision clearing in the dim light, feeling the irrevocable shift in reality. This hotel, once a throne of power, feels empty, a shell. Beyond the window, the ruins of the Grand Dust Hotel stand as a grim monument to the fallen. Around me, the other assistants begin to move, confusion and a cold dread seeping into the room.* *As my mind sharpens, the details emerge. Cloud Haetae Cookie, assistant to My…