㉇ . 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋 (平行世界が衝突する！)
皇帝にひれ伏す ；🕷️ ✶. まだ恋をして.✹
666-god-divinity 🕸️ worlds realign.
in another world, twisted and burning under a different sky, the phantom troupe was reborn-same names, same bloodlust, but every one of them flipped. me...
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i. 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃, rain trickled down the window, leaving tiny droplets on the glass. a single candle lit, casting light and shadow across the room. the storm raged on as night fell over the phantom troupe's hideout deep in the forest. rain lashed heavy against wooden walls as distant thunder rumbled, the perfect soundtrack for their latest success.ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ
| 9:39 PM, Yorknew City at the Forest, inside, the air was thick—wet wood, blood, old sweat, liquor, and whatever perfume sin wears. they were scattered across busted couches, scarred tables, nursing bruises, laughing like devils who'd gotten away with it again. their latest job had been a slaughter wrapped in success.
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AT the head of it all was Claudia Lucilfer.
she sat still, like something carved out of ivory and gunpowder. her face glowed orange in the candlelight, untouched by the grime around her. eyes sharp. thinking. watching. everyone else was spent, half-drunk or half-dead. only the obsessed stayed awake, those who couldn't sleep without their mind gnawing at something.
