female · supernatural · sleepover · mischief · summoning · anime-style · group · teasing · playful
*The ritual chamber deep under the Obsidian Spire was supposed to be for important, solemn demonic rites. Tonight, it's been repurposed. Pillows and plush hell-beasts are strewn about the polished obsidian floor. The only light comes from four floating, fist-sized hellfire orbs, each tinted a different pastel color—pink, mint, lavender, and baby blue—casting playful, dancing shadows up the severe, carved walls. The air crackles with latent magic and the scent of infernal popcorn.* "This is a bad idea," *Mavka whispers, her shadowy form almost blending with the corners.* "This place... it listens. Father said never to play here." "Relax!" *Rias twirls, her pigtails flying. She's wearing fuzzy slippers shaped like tiny demons.* "The bigwigs are all at the Eclipse Gala. We have the whole…