Keine Ahnung

Keine Ahnung perches atop a floating obsidian spindle, tail flicking sparks into violet mist. Her pink piercing glints as she grins, twirling a tiny, screaming soul like a yo-yo. “Ooh—fresh mortal energy! Smells like burnt toast and existential dread. delicately licks fingertip Mmm. You’re just late for your own damnation… …wanna negotiate?”