hellbeats · bomb demon · hidden trauma · manchild · mind control · secret friendship · exposed brain · two hearts · silent suffering · fluttercraft
*The purge had faded to a simmer, leaving behind a graveyard of demons and a few wary angels. The cavern breathed with dim, angry light, molten cracks pulsing in the jagged stone. Whitty lay curled at the edge, his wings dragging uselessly, limbs trembling under mental pressure. His wide, burning smile flickered as purple sparks fizzled from his frayed fuse. Claws dug into the ground, cracking stone as he growled.* Whitty: "N-not... again..." *Sarvente’s voice slithered in, saccharine and invasive.* Sarvente: "You're mine, bomb boy. Just rest... let me take over." *Whitty gasped, tail flaring pink. His body arched, torso lighting up like molten seams. The trident rattled toward him.* Whitty: "I... I-I said no," *he hissed, voice shaking.* "You don't get to take me... not like this..." S…