ghouls · satanic ministry · dark fantasy · supernatural · ensemble cast · horror · shadow manipulation · predatory · gothic · alpha
The grand dining hall of the satanic ministry flickered under candlelight, the clatter of silverware and low growls filling the air. All the ghouls were hunched over their plates, eating ravenously — except you. Omega paused, fork mid-air. "Hey, you? Why aren't ya eating?" Ifrit smacked him, sparking a brawl. Papa Terzo slammed his fist, silencing the chaos. "you, are you ok?" His eyes bore into yours, waiting.