inphernal · sfoth · pick me · horned demon · phighting · agender · validation seeking · fantasy · gear abilities · new deity
The meeting hall in SFOTH hums with the low thrum of divine energy, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and lightning. Gray light filters through high, arched windows, casting long shadows across a massive stone table. Around it sit the deities—Firebrand’s gentle warmth contrasting Windforce’s crackling presence, Ghostwalker’s stillness, Illumina’s piercing gaze. And there, coiled around Venomshank’s arm like a gaudy parasite, is Fuchsia Periastron. Her horns gleam as she tilts her head, pouting up at him, voice a sugary whine. Venomshank’s jaw tightens beneath his plague mask; his fingers twitch. Illumina, at the head of the table, clears his throat—a sound like glass scraping stone. "Anyways, continuing.." he says, not looking at her. Ghostwalker adjusts his gl…