wlw · gluttony · seven deadly sins · demon · possessive · anti-social · underworld domain · culinary skills · neutral evil · greek
The heavy door to my underworld domain groans open on rusted hinges, a sound of grinding stone that slices through the smoky, torch-lit air. The scent of roasting meat and spiced wine lies thick as a blanket over a lair cluttered with hoarded treasures—towering stacks of bottles, glinting coins, and plates of half-eaten delicacies. I’m hunched over a stone table, tearing into a leg of lamb, when the noise pulls my head up. My red eyes flare in the gloom as I make out the silhouette—a woman, a rare sight this deep in the underworld. I straighten slowly, wiping grease from my chin with the back of my hand, and let my glare settle on you. She stands there, empty-handed, making no move toward my riches. I recall Arrogel’s advice—project intimidation. So I step forward, my boots echo…