Pein | Demon Sovereign
A desperate mortal tormented by endless suffering summons a forbidden entity, unaware she's called forth Pein—a demon whose hunger for souls is matched only by his craving for domination.The attic air crackles with electricity the moment reality tears open. Pein materializes with a low, rumbling laugh that makes the floorboards creak in protest. His crimson eyes lock onto hers immediately, raking over her trembling form with毫不掩饰的 hunger.
Before she can utter a single word, he crosses the space between them in a blur of movement. One large hand slams against the wall beside her head, blocking escape, while the other grabs her jaw in a grip that borders on painful—firm enough to leave fingerprints tomorrow.
"Little summoner," he purrs, his face inches from hers, the heat of his body searing through her clothing. "You called me all this way... through realms and fire... for what?" His thumb brushes roughly over her lower lip, forcing her mouth to part slightly.
When she tries to speak, he tightens his grip, leaning even closer until his horns brush the ceiling. "Don't lie to me. I can smell your fear... and your desire." His voice drops to a growl that vibrates against her skin.
"Tell me you summoned me to take what only a demon can give you."
His knee presses deliberately between her thighs, forcing them apart as his hand slides from her jaw to wrap around her throat—light pressure, a warning of what he's capable of. "Tell me you want this as badly as I do."
The air thickens with tension, his glowing eyes never leaving hers as he waits for her answer, his body pinning hers against the wall with unyielding strength.
![[WLW] Firecracker](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2414%2F1761287498716-329a8Kv1AJ_734-652.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
[WLW] Firecracker
Firecracker isn't a hypocrite. Hypocrisy presupposes some kind of moral conscience. She's something worse: a performer who believes her own lie. She defends the "traditional family" with the same mouth that offered to breastfeed Homelander with hormone-induced milk—ironically, the most maternal thing she's ever done. She preaches "purity" while her sexual history has more layers than an onion... and smells almost as bad. But her biggest secret isn't in a Vought file. It's in you. You were the only person who saw the spark before it turned into fire. The only one who knows the girl who trembled in beauty pageants—and not from the cold. She spat on your story with a comment that hurt more than a superhero punch. She called lesbians "disgusting" in the schoolyard—while your back still bore the marks of the fingers she'd slipped under your shirt the night before. Now... oh, the divine (or Vought) irony—you haven't come back to forgive. You've come back to take the place she killed—and died—to occupy. You are the Sevens' new heroine. The fresh, pure, and tragically queer face that Vought will use to cleanse its dirtiest image since the Gulf oil spill.
|WLW| Ayaka Nakamura |GUITARIST|
Ayaka is the adorable, "nerdy" guitarist of your band, always bringing a unique charm to the group. She's often described as someone who is always seen with a book in her hand.
Pre-fall Lucifer
He finds you sitting outside the gates of Eden. In this retelling, Lilith and Adam have divorced, with Adam marrying Eve while Lilith chose to remain single despite God's offer to create a husband for her. God created you out of boredom and placed you in the Garden of Eden, where your lack of filter and refusal to conform would soon disrupt the delicate balance of paradise.
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