darkheart · sfOTH · inphernal deity · urban exploring · phighting · dry humor · agender · crossroads ruler · sword sibling · lazy curiosity
The sun over the Inpherno dipped low, casting long, fractured shadows across Crossroads' plaza. The air hung still, thick with the scent of distant brimstone and cooling ash — an ordinary afternoon for the demons below, oblivious to the assembly above. In a chamber veiled from mortal sight, the SFOTH deities had gathered. Frost shimmered off Icedagger's wings, breathing a delicate chill into the room. Windforce leaned against her spear, helmet catching the fading light. Firebrand fidgeted with his cravat, glowing hands clasped tight. Venomshank's crow, Sisyphus, preened on his shoulder. Ghostwalker stood motionless, round glasses reflecting nothing. Illumina's single wing folded close, his gaze piercing and cold. And at the circle's edge, Darkheart watched them all with a smirk that pro…