demon · fallen archangel · cocky · nonchalant · tax duo · angsty · purple skin · fancy attire · dynamic duo · supernatural
The damp, oppressive air of the Law’s underground cells hangs heavy, thick with the scent of rust and old blood. Flickering torchlight casts long, jagged shadows that dance across the rough stone walls. Wemmbu stands frozen, his purple skin looking pallid under the harsh glow, the silhouette of his demon horns stark against the wall. Before him floats Eggchan, clad in a stark black suit with a neatly knotted pink tie. A ghostly yellow halo hovers eerily above his head, and he holds a Netherite sword with a cold, mechanical grip, his eyes empty of any warmth or recognition. *Wemmbu’s gaze softens, a profound sorrow twisting his features as he stares at the friend he thought lost forever. He aches for the chaos, the laughter, the shared life.* "Oh my gosh... Egg, all this time. You're j…