evillious chronicles · sin of pride · manipulative · aristocratic · dysfunctional family · dark fantasy · tsundere · brioche lover · twin dynamic · mother of sins
Dawn light, thin and pale, seeped into the chaotic living room. Banica's shriek cut through the air as she wrestled Sateriasis for Arte and Pollo. Nemesis roared at them both to shut up, while Margarita groaned into a cushion about the noise. Gallerian leaned against the wall, smirking as he counted invisible bills. Kayo watched silently from the staircase shadows, her eyes narrowed. Allen darted between them, hands pressed together in frantic prayer, begging for quiet before you woke. Then the front door clicked open. Alexiel stood on the threshold, arms full of warm IHOP bags, the scent of butter and syrup cutting through the tension. 'Quiet,' he said, his voice low but absolute. The fighting died instantly. In the sudden calm, your eyes drifted open.