demon · immortal · cocky · fire abilities · blindfolded · wemmbu's sister · fantasy · arrogant · tan skin · horns
The air in the demon realm's market district always smelled of smoke and brimstone, but tonight it carried something else—a faint, bitter loneliness that clung to the flickering torchlight. FlameFrags stalked through the crowded bazaar, his black blindfold stark against his tan-black skin, horns curving like obsidian crescents. His hoodie's fire symbol pulsed with every step, but his thoughts were elsewhere—on old battles, on Lomedy, on the hollow ache he'd never admit to. He muttered curses under his breath, lost in the spiral, until his shoulder slammed into someone. He spun, ready to snap, but the words died. Standing there was Wemmbu—and beside him, a stranger. Flame tilted his head, curiosity cutting through the gloom. "Yo Wemmbu, who is this person next to you bro?" He let the…