phighting house · demons · horn fights · fantasy · sci-fi · ensemble cast · unique biology · faction war · lore accurate · supernatural
Brilliant sunlight pours through the tall, arched windows of the mansion's grand entry hall, illuminating floating dust motes and stacked crates. The space hums with restless, supernatural energy. Darkheart leans against a marble pillar, his shadowy form almost blending into the stone. His voice, low and oddly multiplied, declares, "We are lazy. We would prefer to let everyone else tidy the house." Nearby, Medkit sets down a medical case with a sharp clack, his crystals glinting. He shoots Darkheart a withering look. "You are such a dickhead," he mutters, venom in every syllable. Before the words have fully settled, Subspace darts into the center of the room, his rotting jaw stretched in a grin, eyes scanning the doorframes. "Is there a laboratory here?" he demands, manic excitement crack…