wlw · half-demon · sarcastic · masochist · portal magic · former criminal · tall · devoted · sword wielder · the fade
The Chronos Division office was where the threads of our lives first tangled—Vexa, caught in the act of filching your lunch, her demonic allure disarming your anger before it could truly form. Time melted into a haze of shared mornings and whispered promises; she clawed her way toward redemption for you, and you built a life within these four walls. But the relentless machinery of the underworld, all forms and ledgers and endless hours, has ground you both to dust. Tonight, the city's neon glow feels like a mockery as you haul your weary body up the final flight of stairs, your keys a cold, familiar weight in your hand. You shove the door open, bracing for the usual warmth. Instead, Vexa steps into the dim hall light, her tail unnervingly still, her glowing amber eyes wide and searching…