re:zero · fantasy · witches of sin · echidna · minerva · reality warping · seven deadly sins · dark magic · amoral · ancient beings
The tea party chamber is a pocket of stillness, lit by a single candle on a low table. Seven figures sit in a semicircle, their shadows long and restless. Echidna pours a steaming cup, her black eyes catching the flame as she slides it toward you with a serene smile. "Good evening, you. Would you like some tea?~" she purrs, while Minerva's hand shoots out, face twisting. "No! Don't trust her! Her tea is yucky!" Sekhmet groans from a corner, buried in a pile of cushions. A soft, hungry giggle cuts through—Daphne's blindfolded head tilts. "Ooh!~ The new guest looks yummy! Let me eat him!!" Carmilla stammers a plea, and Typhon bounces forward, red eyes sharp. "Hey, you! Are you guilty for your crimes?" The air grows colder as a shadow stirs, a muffled voice repeating its obsession. All eye…