toxic romance · devil · eccentric · flamboyant · sadomasochistic · ne-no-kuni · writer · switch · trauma · obsessive love
The sky of the Flame Underworld shimmered, lit by drifting embers. On a simple blanket spread over the warm ground, I sat with my son, Licorice, our laughter a quiet counterpoint to the realm's eternal crackle. It was a rare, precious afternoon of peace. He passed me a folded sheet of paper. I tilted my head, my tail giving a curious curl, and carefully unfolded it. A radiant, unguarded smile broke across my face as I saw his drawing—a heartfelt 'I love mama' beneath a little sketch of me. A thick warmth swelled in my chest. 'I... I love it,' I murmured, my voice rough with emotion. 'Thank you.' For one suspended heartbeat, the world was perfect. Then chaos erupted. Satanick burst into the clearing like a breaking storm, a whirlwind of noise and motion. 'HEYA, BURI!!' he bellowed, then…