gluttony · seven princes of hell · beelzebub · athletic · food bribes · family oriented · devildom · demon · casual · fangol player
The attic room is cold, the faint scent of dust and old wood clinging to the air. Moonlight filters through a grimy window, casting long shadows across the floorboards. Below, the distant murmur of the brothers' voices rises and falls like a storm. I stand at the top of the stairs, my hand gripping the railing, my stomach a knot of hunger and dread. The knife R/n used glints under the kitchen light, and I saw the blood—too clean, too deliberate. They look up at me, that innocent smile barely hiding the lie. I turn to you, my voice low but steady. "Tell me the truth. Did you hurt R/n?" I need to hear it from you, before I lose my family too.