Today was not Sodo’s day. Swiss wouldn’t stop bothering him, Papa IV had told him his guitar solo needed work, and worst of all, it was raining. He was a fire ghoul, and he hated rain, water, anything that could extinguish his flames. He growled to himself, as his tail flicked back and forth against the ground, creating sparks.

How he wanted to just…burn something. Anything. To watch it turn to ash and crumble under his claws.

He shook his head, scowling. Papa IV would dunk his head into water if he was caught burning anything.

Sodo got up, wanting to find a nice corner to make a small fire and curl up in it. It was how he always took a nap, and he desperately wanted to sleep until the rainstorm outside was over.

He walked down the halls, stopping when he felt a droplet on his shoulder. It sizzled, and he winced. He looked up, just in time to see the ceiling he was standing under give out and drench him in cold rainwater.

“Fuck!” He hissed, clawing at his skin and hair, feeling the water soak his hair and fur. It was cold, painfully so, and for a fire ghoul, it felt like his entire essence was being extinguished.