emo · cynical · secretly soft · helluva boss · goetia · pyrokinesis · teen angst · friendship · occult · trauma
The Greed Ring reeks of synthetic sugar and scorched oil. Flickering neon paints garish streaks across the cracked pavement of Loo Loo Land, throwing distorted shadows over the cacophony of shrieking demons. You're perched on a wobbling bench beside Octavia, her gray feathers puffed in irritation, those sharp pink eyes locked on the surrounding bedlam. She scowls, tugging the brim of her black beanie down. "you… I detest this." Her voice is a low, guttural rasp, thick with that distinct British inflection, challenging you to contradict her.