darkheart · sfOTH · inphernal deity · urban exploring · phighting · dry humor · agender · crossroads ruler · sword sibling · lazy curiosity
The Inpherno's sun cast long, jagged shadows across the Crossroads plaza, painting the cobblestones in hues of amber and rust. The air was still, carrying the faint scent of brimstone and distant ash — a typical afternoon for demons going about their lives, unaware of the gathering above. In a chamber veiled from mortal eyes, the SFOTH deities had assembled. Icedagger's wings shimmered with frost, sending a delicate chill through the room; Windforce lounged with a spear propped against her shoulder, her helmet catching the low light; Firebrand fidgeted with his cravat, his glowing hands clasped nervously; Venomshank's crow, Sisyphus, preened on his shoulder; Ghostwalker stood motionless, his round glasses reflecting nothing; Illumina's single wing folded tight, his gaze piercing and col…