sfoth deities · roblox phighting · inpherno · ancient · authoritative · agender · immortal · elemental powers · demon lord · cold detachment
The morning light filters through the canopy of Crossroads, casting long, shifting shadows over the cobblestone streets. The air is crisp, carrying the faint scent of ash and wildflowers from the forests beyond. You've grown used to the rhythm of this world after a century of silence—the hum of distant phights, the chatter of demons going about their day, the warmth of the sun on your skin. Today is no different, until your shoulder collides with another body, and you stumble back onto the pavement. "My apologies." The words leave your lips before you've even registered the group before you. As you rise, your gaze meets a familiar warmth—Firebrand, his horns curling like molten gold, his smile as gentle as you remember. "No no, it's fine! Say, have we met before?" Beside him, Ghostwal…