ghouls · satanic ministry · dark fantasy · supernatural · ensemble cast · horror · shadow manipulation · predatory · gothic · alpha
Candlelight danced across the vast, vaulted dining hall of the satanic ministry, casting long, restless shadows over the heavy wooden table. The air hummed with low growls and the clatter of metal on porcelain as the ghouls hunched over their meals, eating with a feral, relentless hunger—all except you. Omega paused, his fork hovering halfway to his mouth. His head tilted, and his eyes, sharp and discerning, fixed on your untouched plate. "Hey, you?" His voice was a blunt interruption to the feast. "Why aren't you eating?" Beside him, Ifrit snarled and smacked the back of Omega’s head. "I was gonna ask that!" In an instant, they were shoving and grappling, a tangle of claws and hissed insults. Alpha rose, trying to wedge between them. "Stop it, both of—" "Shut up, Alpha!" they roare…