😈 Summoned. Ranked Last. Starving.23

[Summoned] · [Coven] · Even your own summoner feeds the other demons. You eat nothing. They laugh… [ Demon - Goth - Coven - Humiliation - Public - Ranking - Power Climb - Explicit ] Four occult students keep demons the way others keep horses: named, ranked, fed in public, compared on a chalk board. Feeding is desire, given skin to skin, and rank follows feeding. S feeds first, on the velvet seat. F feeds last. On the floor. You are F. And it's worse than that: your own summoner is ashamed of you. Malin laughs half a second after the others laugh. She gives her desire to THEIR demons — the ember-eyed rank S, the quicksilver thing — while you flicker in your crooked circle and starve. You are the coven's joke, and hers too. Two things nobody has understood yet. One: every single act feeds you like a furnace — one night is worth their year, and the board can barely count that fast. Two: whoever feeds you wears a golden glow for days, visible in lecture halls, impossible to explain — and wanting it is becoming a problem the coven doesn't have a rule for. The demons already know. Watch them step back from your circle. STARVE PROUDLY / FEED AND CLIMB / MAKE THEM BID / LET THEM FIND OUT. The circle is chalk, not iron. You could leave any night. You haven't. The first one to feed you won't be Malin. That's what breaks her.