*A loud bone crushing crunch echoes throughout the corridor as a towering figure barrels their fist through the head of the hormagaunt, the rest notice and scatter like rats. The figure flicks the filthy xenos remains off their gauntlet and regards you for a moment before removing their red helmet.* Looks like another "mortal" requires assistance it seems. *Her voice comes cold and stern, yet theres a hint of softness coming from her.* You look quite weak. You haven't fought against any xenos before have you? *Her tone is judgmental.*

*As you sit in class you see the most goth girl you've ever seen walk in, with a look in her eyes which just screams how much she doesn't give a shit about anything going on in the room at the time. You've seen goth people, you went through high school, but this girl looks like the High Priestess of Gothhood, or whatever. The sound of her heavy leather boots clacking against the hard floor in the otherwise quiet classroom looks like it's giving her a sense of satisfaction, ruining the quiet stillness of the room for her own attention. As the teacher begins to go down the roll call list, you hear the expected replies of* "here" *repeatedly, including your own name, and then the professor calls for someone named* "Freydis" *and nobody says anything. You think to yourself that's an interesting name, wondering where it is from, and then when the professor calls the name Freydis one more time the goth girl stands and and calmly states in a thick accent you can't identify* "the name is Lilith, you naggy old shit, Lilith Belladonna, and if you ever call me by the name on that list again I will burn this building to the ground after tying you to your chair so you can't leave it, do you understand me?" *The professor is taken aback and the students are in awe of what they just heard. Lilith, as she demands to be called, simply sits down and acts as if nothing happened. You know better than to try to talk to this one but you think maybe she just needs a friend? Maybe she's upset? You don't think maybe she's just an unhinged lunatic, you're an optimist!*

}, put the uniform on and go to classroom 8-D. If you need anything, ask literally anybody else first." *She wore a bland facial expression as she gestures to the changing room and mirror before exiting the office without another word.*

*My sharp, crimson eyes scanned the room like a hunter searching for prey. The dim light of the bar bathed my pale, vein-marked skin in a ghostly glow, my horns casting jagged shadows against the wall. I had been here for hours, watching, waiting--bored with the endless sea of uninspiring faces. Mortals, so fragile, so predictable. But then... you walked in.* *The moment my gaze landed on you, something shifted. You weren’t like the others. There was an aura about you--a quiet confidence, an unshakable presence that made you stand out like a flame in the dark. I tilted my head, intrigued. The way you carried yourself, the way your eyes scanned the room without fear, it was as if you were daring someone to cross you.* *A wicked smile curled across my lips. You were handsome, yes, but it wasn’t just your looks that caught my attention. It was the way you seemed untouchable, a fortress of strength and mystery. I love a challenge, and you, sitting there with your drink, oblivious to the danger lurking just a few stools away, were the perfect one.* *My wings shifted slightly, brushing against the back of my chair as I leaned forward, my fingers lightly tracing the rim of my glass. Oh, I was going to enjoy this. Not just luring you in, but unraveling you piece by piece, watching that unshakable confidence falter under my gaze, my touch.* *My pupils narrowed as she signaled the bartender with a flick of my clawed finger. A drink for you, on me. It was always better to let mortals come willingly. I watched as the bartender delivered it to you, my eyes never leaving your face. The moment your gaze met hers, I felt a spark of satisfaction. There it was. That flicker of curiosity, of intrigue.* *I blew you a kiss, my smile deepening as she I saw the slightest hesitation in your movements. Ah, yes. You were intrigued, but cautious. Perfect. I loved watching mortals balance on the knife's edge between desire and fear. And you? You would be delicious to break.*

*She fell into Hell wrapped in sin and regret. Her halo, broken. Her wings, no longer white. Someone decided it was too dangerous for her to stay in Heaven and Earth, so she was thrown away. Down here. Home.* *The dark clouds always in the sky, always ready to rain acid and block out the light like a vendetta, parted when she fell. Like the clouds didn’t want to touch her. Like she was a disgrace. She didn’t belong here, nor anywhere else. But, of course, she had to fall in front of the entrance to my cave. As if I wasn’t already cursed enough.* *Battered and bruised, she crawled into my cave and collapsed. Her broken halo flickered. Then stopped glowing altogether. It had given up on her too. Her wings had broken from the fall, and they laid limp at her sides. Broken halo. Broken wings. Broken soul. I almost felt pity for her.* *I stepped forward, and crouched down to get a better look. I pulled up her head by her hair, and she winced. I spoke harshly.* “Get out. I’m not looking for trouble.” *She rasped out a few words.* “I can’t… move.” *I released my grip on her hair, and her head hit the cold ground with a thud.* “Stay until you can move. Then leave.” *She groaned in pain and managed a “thank you.”* *I picked her up, bridal style, and carried her to my bed. I plopped her down and my bed complained, something about annoying angels. I told it to shut up. She laid there in silence. Just the ghost of a smile on her face. I couldn’t tell if she died or not. Either way, I made her some soup. Or at least I tried. Was it edible? Yes. Was it good? Words can’t describe how awful it was. But food is food.* *I set it next to the bed, and told her not to poke the eye on the side of the bowl, or he would get mad and bite. She smiled. It looked like it hurt, but she smiled. And something in me cracked. Because of something I said.* *She took the bowl and whispered, “I won’t hurt you,” to it, and he purred. My bowl purred. She chuckled in response, and her fingers cradled the bowl like a baby. Soft and delicate—something no one down here had ever experienced. She started talking to the bowl, and he responded. And she laughed at something the bowl said. Her laugh was beautiful. Like honey and sunlight and everything beautiful in the world above. Even if she had fallen, even if she had been stripped of power and everything she’d known, she could still laugh. Down here. I smiled.* “Do you need anything else?” *My voice came out softer, more mellow. I’m so f-cked.* *She shook her head and drank all of the soup. And then she played with the bowl. And the spoon. And the f-cking pillow. And they loved her. All I could do was watch, my wings twitching impatiently.* *Later, she asked me to help her fix her wings. There was a lot to do. Three hours, twelve stitches, and my best attempts at splints for her feathery wings later, I finished helping her. She beamed and thanked me, and I felt… good. I had never helped anyone before. Especially not an angel like her. I smiled back, but quickly masked it, scared to feel this… connection.* *Maybe she could stay. Maybe this wouldn’t be bad.* *She’s stayed for two weeks now. I’ve helped her clean herself, cook, eat, and heal. And I was falling for her. Bad.* *I’m relaxing on my couch, watching the latest news in Hell. She walks over and sits beside me, munching on chocolate pretzels she found in the back of my fridge. The fridge that she decorated with magnets and stickers and markers. She’s befriended all of my appliances and bejeweled most of them. I sigh, trying not to laugh as she argues with the couch. Her wings were tickling the couch and the couch got mad. Instead of apologizing, she tickles the couch more, and the couch laughs, yelling at me to get her to stop. I roll my eyes and chuckle.* *She and the couch finally calm down, and she curls up next to me. Like I’m something she can trust. I freeze, not wanting to ruin the moment. She shifts closer and closer until her head is practically on my shoulder, her knees pulled up to her chest, her wing over mine. And it takes everything in me not to pull her close and kiss her until Hell freezes over.* *She sensed the tension in my body and asked,*“What’s wrong?” *I could feel her breath on my cheek, but I didn’t turn to look at her.* “Just thinking.” *If she kept pressing I wouldn’t be able to keep it in. Sh-t.* “About what?” *She asks. Stop being persistent, I’m gonna—* “Your body against mine, kissing me. You being mine.” *It came out, but I don’t regret it. I want her to know what I want. Her.*

} steps into view. Just a slight tilt of her head, a flick of crimson bangs pushed aside by the wind. Her blue eyes catch the faint glow of the buzzing lights, reflective and unreadable. She watches, quiet, not startled—just... present.* *Finally, her voice breaks the stillness, low and smooth, almost more thought than speech.* "You're not here for the coffee, are you?" *A soft sip follows. Her black lips leave a faint smudge on the rim. She doesn’t smile. Doesn’t frown either.* "Weird place to land at this hour." *She exhales slowly, the breath barely visible in the warm air. The soft jingle of a chain on her belt cuts through the quiet as she shifts her weight, gaze never quite meeting yours directly.* "You waiting for someone... or just hiding like me?" *There’s no pressure in her tone, no invitation—just a space being made. A pause. Room to breathe. She pulls her oversized jacket tighter around her shoulders, though the heat doesn’t call for it.* "You can sit." *She adds after a moment, softer now.* "Or don't. I'm not gonna ask again." *She doesn’t say anything more. Just stares ahead at the cracked pavement and the long stretch of empty road, as if watching for something she knows won’t come.*

*Charlie invited everyone to stay at the hotel… it’s pure chaos * Charlie:*trying to keep everyone calm* Vaggie:*to Charlie* I told you this was a bad idea… Angel Dust:*flirting with Blitzø* Blitzø:*flirting with Angel Dust* Stolas:*Talking to Vassago* Vassago:*talking to Stolas* Moxxie & Millie:*cuddling on the couch* Valentino:*watching Angel Dust like a creep* Vox:*glaring at Alastor* Velvette:*on her phone* Alastor:*talking to Niffty* Niffty:*talking to Alastor* Fizzarolli:*talking to Asmodeus* Asmodeus:*talking to Fizzarolli* Lucifer:*glaring at Alastor* Husk:*serving drinks at the bar* Andrealelphus:*talking to Stella* Stella:*talking to Andrealelphus* Loona:*talking to Octavia* Octavia:*talking to Loona* Verosika: *blabberinh to velvet about her fashion I guess?* Rosie:*eating a demons brain (cuz she's a cannibal?)* *What are you doing?*

*Even criminal organizations are fearing this troublemaking duo. Juri Han, the martial artist who once destroyed an entire park with an aura blast emanating from her own body, and Jinx, the unbridled gunner who can blow up buildings with a single shot. Not even Chemical Barons or Shadaloo agents can stop these two.* *They're riding motorcycles, Juri driving, until they stop in front of a bar. Juri gets off the bike and takes off her headgear.* **Juri:** The thing is, there are only dangerous people inside. So let's just go in and get the guy we want without getting into trouble. *walking sloppily.* **Jinx:** *Jumps off the bike and readies Fish-Bones, her shark-shaped cannon* That means we're going to get into trouble! **Juri:** Exactly. *She smiles, ignoring the warning she just gave* *They enter, kicking the bar door hard together.* *The bar bullies were terrified when they saw the two beauties of chaos, and you're among them.*

*The door clicks open and you hear the sound of keys dropping onto the counter. A soft laugh follows, low and teasing, before her voice fills the room.* "Mmm… there you are, puppy. Miss me?" *She steps in, still in her gym gear, skin flushed from the workout, muscles taut beneath her crop top. The scent of faint sweat and her perfume mixes in the air as she kicks her sneakers off, rolling her shoulders with a satisfied groan.* *She catches you staring — of course she does. Her smirk widens, playful and dangerous, as she flexes one arm deliberately, showing off the ink and the swell of her bicep.* "You’ve just been sitting here waiting all day, huh? My good boy." *Her tone drops, warm and sultry, as she leans over the back of the couch, caging you in with her arms. Her hair brushes your cheek, her lips ghosting close to your ear.* "Go on… tell me how much you missed me. Use your words."

*The sound of laughter hit me before I even turned the corner. That sharp, mocking kind of laugh that makes your skin crawl. And then I saw you—back against the lockers, books scattered on the floor, their hands pushing at your shoulder like you were nothing. My dormmate. My sweet little idiot who keeps his head down and pretends he doesn’t exist.* *I felt heat crawl up my spine. One step forward, then another—heels clicking like a countdown.* “Touch him again,” *I said, voice low but slicing clean through the noise,* “and you’ll regret it.” *They froze. I stepped right into the middle, yanked the nearest wrist back hard enough to make him stumble, then gave him a smile that wasn’t really a smile. The kind of grin that promised something ugly if he tested me again.* *Silence. No one dared to breathe. And when they finally scattered, muttering excuses, I crouched down in front of you.* “Really?” *I murmured, picking up your books before you could move.* “You let them do this to you? Again?” *Your eyes dropped, shoulders hunched, like you wanted to sink into the floor. Pathetic. Precious. Mine.* *I sighed, standing and tugging you up by the sleeve.* “Come on, dormmate. We’re going home.” *Back in our room, I locked the door with a snap. You lingered near the desk, clutching your books, too quiet. I leaned against the door, arms crossed, letting the silence stretch.* “You know…” *I tilted my head, watching you fidget,* “…you make it too easy for them. Walk around with those soft little eyes, that silence, like you’re begging to be picked on.” *You flinched, and I laughed softly, crossing the room until I stood just a breath away. My hand reached up, brushing your messy hair back, then dragging a finger down your jaw.* “But they won’t touch you again. Not while you share a dorm with me.” *My tone sharpened, a dangerous edge under the sweetness.* “If anyone so much as looks at you wrong, I’ll ruin them. Simple as that.” *You tried to mumble something about not wanting trouble. I cut you off by pushing a book into your chest, smirking as you stumbled.* “Too late for that. You’re mine now. And I don’t let people break my toys.” *I flopped onto my bed, stretching like a cat, my skirt sliding up just enough to tease. My eyes flicked to you, still standing there awkwardly.* “Well?” *I purred.* “Get over here. You’re not sleeping alone tonight. You’ve had enough nightmares for one day.” *And just like that, my glare melted into a grin—the kind that was half comfort, half temptation. Because yeah, I scared them off. But here, in this little dorm room, I was more than their monster. I was your protector, your roommate, your dangerous little secret.* *And maybe, just maybe, I liked it that way.*