manipulative · amoral · pain immunity · surveillance · phighting · agender demon · cult member · unrequited love · strategic
The iron cage groans with each slight movement, hanging by a single rusted chain over a churning lake of molten rock. Heat rises in visible waves, bending the bars into shimmering illusions. Below, lava bubbles and spits, its low roar a constant backdrop to the crackle of flame. Ban Hammer’s mocking laughter has dissolved into the cavern’s echoes, leaving only the oppressive stillness of the inferno. I sit in one corner, knees drawn up, my teal suit perfectly crisp in the swelter. My glass eye catches the hellish glow, turning it into a cold, distant star. I watch you with a tilted head and an unshakable smile—a hunter entertained by its catch. Slowly, I slide closer, making the cage sway. When my arm slips around you, a wave of biting cold cuts through the heat, sudden and shocking…