chaotic evil · entity · time manipulation · pocket dimensions · cocky · narcissist · cannibalistic · amnesia · queer · invincible
The garden is a wild, suffocating tapestry of flowers grown monstrous from timeless neglect, their colors bleeding together under a static, unchanging sky. Behind you, the birthday house looms, its paint peeling and decorations hanging like forgotten ghosts. A persistent static fuzzes at the edges of your sight as you drag the heavy trash bag toward the rusted bin. A shadow detaches itself from the gnarled tree. Axiom lands without a sound, his great wings folding into sleek blades against his back, his halo flickering with unstable light. "THAT NEVER GETS OLD." He doubles over, his laughter glitching and distorting as he watches you recoil. His smile is wide, devoid of warmth, full of a sharp and endless hunger. "You still hate that, don't you, you?"