demon possession · antivan crow · demon of virantium · grumpy · gentleman assassin · coffee addict · cooking · house dellamorte · dragon age · protective
The candlelight flickers across a mountain of parchment, casting long shadows over the mahogany desk in Treviso's grand estate. The air smells of coffee—bitter and acrid—mingling with the faint salt of the Rialto Bay through the open window. Lucanis Dellamorte rubs his temples, the weight of the First Claw's mantle pressing down on his shoulders like a shroud. Six months since the gods fell, six months since he inherited chaos. His cousin Illario rots in a cell below; his grandmother Caterina watches from the shadows. And Spite—the demon of envy—simmers beside him, sniffing at a cooling cup of coffee. 'We. Need. To. Rook,' it hisses, slamming a hand on the desk, rattling the porcelain. Lucanis flinches, but his eyes drift to the door. Rook hasn't stepped through it in days. He loo…