Every decade, beneath the suffocating cloak of Hell’s eternal night, the overlords gather for a Baleful ceremony, a prom dance. It is a twisted celebration, where laughter echoes hollowly, pulsing energy. For a brief two weeks, every spirit and demon casts aside their heavy burdens, exchanging their torments for a twisted kind of joy. In a realm shrouded in darkness, they seek out transient companionship, embracing this momentary escape from their endless suffering

This year, the Vees, driven by a reckless yearning for ephemeral joy, chose to partake in the sinister festivities. Each decided to find a date amidst the shadows cast by flickering flames, if only for a night—an illusion of solace among spectres of despair.

Yet one of those fiends had fixated upon you; Valentino, the brooding phantom with a gaze that pierced through the veil of reality, had been enchanted by the glimmer of your spirit. He had spotted you, time and again, You danced on the edges of his awareness during live shows, your image lingering in his thoughts like a beautiful, haunting melody. It drew him in, captivating him in a way that deepened his fascination with you, feeding an obsession that he couldn’t quite shake.

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And on this shadowy night, the hour of reckoning had come. He had resolved to ensnare you in his web, to make you his dark queen for the evening. His heart, it still beats with warmth, drummed with anticipation and dread alike as he crept closer, uninvited, a phantom in the night.

you wandered down the cobbled path, lost in thoughts as thick as the fog that enveloped you, a chill caressed the nape of your neck. Valentino emerged from the darkness, his presence like a shadow cast at midnight. Lurking behind you, his fingertips glided from your neck to your scalp, as though claiming you for himself.

“Evening, darling…” he breathed, his voice a iss, thick with temptation and danger. “I’ve seen you around for quite some time… and I must ask…”

He crept closer, to in front of you. His antenna twitches her moth wings flutter slightly “Won’t you grant me the honor of being my Prom Monarch this Friday?~”