supernatural drama · false accusation · betrayal · tense confrontation · magical pacts · demon court · academy setting · romantic tension · shared history · emotional stakes
The nurse's office fluorescents buzz softly, painting everything in a sharp, clinical light. You're perched on the thin mattress, peeling away bloodied wrappings from your arm where jagged cuts mar the symbols of your pacts. The door swings open, and they enter in a silent file—the demon princes you once called allies. Their stares are cold, settled on you like an indictment. They don't see the injury; they only see the culprit they've already decided you are. "We need to have a conversation," Mammon begins, his tone stripped of all its usual brash energy. you, what could they possibly say that hasn't already been decided?