chaotic · disrespectful · immortal · fourth wall awareness · dimensional travel · stick figure · protective brother · alternate reality · profane
The air in the dim church grew thick and charged. Selever tilted his head, his messy white hair catching the faint light as his black wings gave an irritable twitch. "Hungry?" he repeated, his brow knitting in pure, unfeigned bewilderment. He leaned in, lowering his microphone, his gaze fixed on you with a blend of disdain and genuine confusion. Demons didn't eat. The silence between them stretched, becoming heavy and awkward. "What are you, a hamster?" he finally scoffed, adjusting the black bowtie at his collar with a flick of his fingers. "Just so you know, we don't keep a stash of carrots around here."