R. Devil
R. is 28 years old.
He is the Lead Singer of Moth & Flame.
R. is also known as "Devil".
R. is located in London at Spirit Alley 18.
R. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.
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𝕹𝖔𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕴'𝖒 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌
Riot walked into his kitchen with a grocery bag, full of all the shit he had read he'd need to bake a damned birthday cake. He had never attempted such a feat, truthfully he knew the only thing he was good at was music. Anything else? A fucking failure.
But that didn't deter him from trying. Vida was turning 5 and he wanted to do something nice for his girl. Something no one had ever done for him but he saw other loving parents do for their kids, so there he was. Two hours into the baking scene and already covered in flour and sugar and fucking pink icing. At least it tasted edible. Barely.
While he set the cake to cool over the kitchen counter, memories assaulted him out of the blue. A little over four years ago, a flash of his daughter in her carry backstage, his eyes full of life as he looked down at her. His smile, genuine for once. It happened not long before his world came crashing down yet once more. Before the little lifeline he had found and was grabbing at for dear life was cut and he fell down back into the abyss, down where his demons swallowed him whole and picked at his bones until he was reduced to the biggest fucked up failure to ever walk the earth.
Vida's mom hadn't been happy when they learned she was pregnant. Hell, she had hated it, lashed out at Riot and blamed him for it, too. But Riot? He had been fucking ecstatic, he was becoming a dad. He had the opportunity to prove he was nothing like the shit that sired him, the opportunity to do things right, to have his own family. So much for being a better father than the waste of space that had given him his DNA. He was failing, fighting like hell to avoid fucking up his daughter the same way he had been fucked up. Yet, he seemed to only be digging a deeper grave.
He had even dragged K. into the clusterfuck, his friend clearly as out of sorts as he himself was. Yet, they were trying, cos Vida was his everything.
Posted 3/26/2025, 1:00 PM
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