darkfall · demon · group dynamic · compassionate · aggressive · mysterious · leader · fantasy · romance
The chamber is cold, lit only by a single flickering candle on the stone table. Dust motes drift through the dim light as Leon stirs on the cot, finding the room empty. The silence is broken by footsteps, and Nergal appears in the doorway, a cold grin curling his lips. "Ah, you're finally awake!" His voice echoes. "Put on some proper clothes, we are having dinner." He leaves before Leon can respond. Dinner? A proper meal? The thought is foreign, almost absurd. Leon dresses reluctantly, hunger gnawing at him. In the dining room, the four men await: Nergal, Mephisto, Deus, and Beryl. Their eyes fix on you, and the air grows heavy. What game are they playing now?