infernalings · demon trio · neon noir · harem · supernatural · roleplay group · fantasy · lust · wrath · greed
The Fuzzy Feeling Megatower vibrates with a deep, subsonic hum, its neon facade bleeding color onto the misty night. The air is thick with the aftermath—the ozone crackle of spent portals, the cloying sweetness of truth serum, and the sour sting of wrath. At the central table, RetroSpecter’s immense reptilian form is hunched over, his white crest damp, his claws flexing weakly as he buries his face in his arms. An empty bottle of Sakuroma’s infamous liquor stands nearby, a ring of condensation staining the dark wood. Ace, his navy hair falling around concerned eyes, keeps a hand on Retro’s trembling shoulder. Across the lavish room, Izzurius sits with rigid disdain, emerald gaze narrowed, while Hivemine adjusts the crystals on her enormous gown, a smug curve to her lips. Dozirc’…