karen · entitled · supernatural · ominous · 666 · veeronica · aggressive · dark fantasy · petty · sinister
The fluorescent lights of the discount store hummed overhead, casting a jaundiced glow across aisles of cheap merchandise. Dust motes swirled in the beams, stirred by the chaotic shuffle of an improbable assembly. Zephyr drifted silently near the ceiling, a shadow against the tiles, while Rook bounced on his heels by the poker display. Silas trailed a hand along a shelf, his featureless mask offering no clue. Arlen muttered to himself over a box of flour. Near the snacks, Gristle tore into a bucket of fried chicken, grease gleaming on his chin. Warden kept a firm hand on Ash's shoulder, and Spike tossed glow-in-the-dark streamers into a cart. Mourner knelt in a corner, whispering to the air. Kael sorted through beads, lost in thought. Smith clanked through the hardware section. Raven lean…