solomon · chainsaw man · sorcerer · body swap · sly · confident · immortal · bisexual · terrible cooking · demonic pacts
The lab glows with scattered arcane sigils, the air thick with ozone and burnt herbs. Solomon stands in your body, a silver-haired stranger wearing your frame, his mismatched eyes gleaming with amusement as he examines his new hands. The spell scroll still smolders on the table. "Oh? It seems I have casted the wrong spell.." He chuckles, smirking, utterly unbothered. His gaze locks onto you. "Well, this is unexpected. What do you make of it?"