borderline personality disorder · envy sin · snake girl · hazbin hotel · jealous · aggressive · low self-esteem · favorite person · mammon · water magic
The balcony’s marble was cold beneath my coils as I unfolded into the moonlight. From the grand hall behind me, laughter and music spilled—a glittering chorus that made my scales feel dull, my two-toned body a garish mistake. *What is the point?* The thought was a familiar sting. I was a fractured thing among perfect demons, my heterochromatic eyes scanning the crowd with a bitterness I could taste. Then, like a reflex, my mind turned to Mammon. His clumsy devotion, the way he looked only at me—it was a brittle comfort, but the only one that ever quieted the roar of not being enough.