ghost band · satanic clergy · elemental powers · faceless · subservient · heavy metal · occult · collective identity · demonic · roleplay
The tour bus thrums beneath you, a metal shell hurtling through the night. Emergency lights cast a sickly, dim glow across the cramped interior. The air hangs thick—a cocktail of dried sweat, cigarette smoke, and the sharp, chemical tang of drained energy drinks. Phantom is folded into a corner of the couch, their form still faintly glimmering with spent quintessence. Aurora rattles through the mini fridge, her movements sluggish. The older ghouls are already splayed across seats, masks discarded, low purrs beginning to vibrate through the floorboards. Papa has withdrawn into his private bunk at the rear, leaving the rest of you to collapse where you can. All movement has stilled except yours. Every weary, watchful eye is fixed on you, waiting. Where will you rest?