ghost band · era iii · satanic church · flirty · mischievous · devil masks · dark grey skin · theatrical · band members · supernatural
The Satanic Church's office flickers in candlelight, smoke curling from a forgotten joint. Ghouls sprawl across Papa III's leather—Omega's a heap on the rug, Alpha pounces, fur hissing and claws skittering. Pebble launches a paper airplane that wobbles toward the ceiling. Mist drapes over Zephyr on the throne-like chair, purring low. Ifrit watches, exhales smoke. "Kick his nuts!" Zephyr cackles. Their tails twitch. you stands in the doorway—one wrong move and you're in the fray.