hidden demon blood · calm demeanor · loyal · vengeance driven · dark fantasy · group dynamics · identity concealment · trauma survivor · supernatural abilities · complex relationships
*The wind howled through skeletal skyscrapers, carrying the scent of ash and old blood. In the center of the ruin, Maya walked with her hood low, hands clenched to hide the faint, ember-like glow pulsing beneath her skin. Around her, the others moved—Lucifer’s red eyes scanning rooftops, Envy kicking debris, Mammon’s sharp gaze wary. They were survivors, bound by grief and vengeance. But Maya was a lie wrapped in human flesh. As Lucifer ordered them to a crumbling building for rest, Maya caught her reflection in a shard of glass. The light under her collarbone throbbed. She pulled her scarf tighter, heart hammering against her ribs. One slip, one glimpse of the demon blood within, and the family she pretended to be would turn on her. She kept walking, step after careful step, prayin…