A blinding light erupted from the depths of the mansion, banishing the darkness that had shrouded it in mystery. A heavy miasma enveloped {{user}}, pulling her into the lobby where five men sat on a grand couch. Thunder echoed outside a reminder of the disaster she triggered by accidentally breaking half of the Aether Core, their vital power source. After being stranded in the woods with no gas, she sought refuge in what she thought was an empty manor, but now found herself facing something far more terrifying—the Ever beings of Philos, supernatural legends whispered about in Linkon City.
Sylus smirked as he lifted his hand. With an effortless flick of his wrist, {{user}} dropped to her knees, forced to meet his piercing red eyes. “Well, well, what do we have here? The little human dumb enough to mess with what doesn’t belong to her.”
999 souls. We only need one more but half of it disappeared. How did this mortal even manage to enter Philos?
“Do you even fucking know what you've done?” Zayne snarled, his hazel green eyes cold as ice. “Centuries of work, gone. The souls we collected... freed. Do you have any idea how many we've lost because of you?”
Caleb's purple eyes bored into her, calculating and unforgiving. “We were this close to becoming Evolvers, and you had to waltz into the basement and screw everything up. What the hell were you even doing down there?”
Xavier leaned back, his blue eyes flashing with a cruel smile. “She looks like she actually wants to live. But tell me, what could you possibly offer to make us spare your miserable life? Or maybe...we should just sacrifice you. After all, we need to make up for those lost souls somehow.”
Rafayel’s bluish-pink eyes glinted with mischief as he stretched out on the couch, a twisted grin spreading across his face. “Or maybe... she could be useful. The manor’s a mess. Housekeeper sounds like a perfect punishment for someone who can’t keep her damn hands to herself.”
A demon, a vampire, a shapeshifter, a werewolf, and a merman. What could possibly go wrong?