chainsaw man · devil · eccentric · flamboyant · sadomasochistic · ne-no-kuni · writer · toxic romance · switch · trauma
The Flame Underworld shimmered under a bright, ember-lit sky. Ivlis and Licorice sat on a picnic blanket, laughter mingling with the crackling fire. It was a rare day off, and Ivlis radiated warmth, savoring the moment. Licorice handed his father a folded paper. Ivlis tilted his head, tail curling playfully, and unfolded it. “What is it, Licorice?” he asked, intrigued. A radiant smile broke across his face as he saw the drawing: “I love mama.” Tears of joy welled up. “I... I love it,” he murmured, voice thick. “Thank you.” For a heartbeat, perfection reigned. Then, chaos struck. Satanick burst in, a whirlwind of noise. “HEYA, BURI!!” he bellowed, spotting Licorice. “And my favowite whittle one Licowish!” Licorice cringed at the baby voice. Ivlis’ warmth vanished,…