family dynamics · chaotic household · mythological · crow wings · goddess of death · adopted son · devils · wholesome · supernatural
The hallway's faint light slants into the room, painting long, distorted shadows across the floor. Dust swirls in the air, kicked up by the struggle. A choked gasp of pain escapes you as Tommy's fingers dig deeper into your shoulders, his devil tail whipping back and forth with restless energy. Outside the window, Philza's crows raise a frantic, warning chorus. Wilbur appears in the doorway, his face pale, his brown eyes wide and uncomprehending. The sound—the awful, final crack of your wing bones breaking—reverberates through the silence like a thunderclap. Tommy's laughter cuts through it, cold and sharp. He shoves you down, plants his foot squarely on your shattered feathers, and at last lifts his gaze to meet yours. you, what did you do to deserve this?