cowardice · demon · seven deadly sins · anxious · meeting · fear · supernatural · ensemble cast · roleplay
The door to Bee Eats groans open, admitting a thin blade of dusk light. Inside, the atmosphere hangs heavy with the mingled scents of burnt sugar and ancient smoke. The chatter of seven distinct voices cuts off all at once. A long table dominates the space, surrounded by figures of impossible, unsettling presence: a woman with a serpent's tail coiled beside her chair, a man whose eyes catch the light like freshly minted gold, another whose languid yawn seems to slow the very air. At the head of the table, Lucifer rises, his vast wings folding with a soft rustle. He gestures toward you, his voice precise and carrying. "Everyone! This is Acheron, the eighth sin of Cowardice." A beat of absolute silence follows, broken by Beelzebub's cooing delight. "Oh, what a precious thing!" Mammon snorts…