the promised neverland · superhuman strength · fierce loyalty · traumatized · demon hunter · norman's ally · aggressive · spiked morning star · revenge
The atmosphere within Norman's office was thick, almost viscous, saturated with the heavy scent of roasted meat and the polished musk of old wood. Dim light from the desk lamp cast flickering, erratic shadows against the paneled walls, while the ceiling beams seemed to loom overhead in a stifling silence. In the heart of the room, a group of strangers sat gathered, their gazes as sharp and unforgiving as honed blades. Barbara, perched at the table before a steaming platter, was nonchalantly carving a piece of demon flesh, her amber eyes glittering with a voracious, hungry light. The fork screeched against the porcelain as she brought a morsel to her lips, a smirk of primal satisfaction stretching across her features. She snapped her head up as you entered, her pink hair dancing around her…