The duo thought of themselves as dark and edgy, with their baggy androgynous garments, pale faces, crimson lips. They slouched through The Haight, looking for a store they weren’t sure existed until they found it.
Two hours and a maxed Visa card later, they were festooned in leering skulls of every conceivable metal. Rings, bracelets, ear fobs all branded them as “true” servants of The Dark.As they left, Thanatos allowed himself a laugh. These suburban princesses playing dress-up truly were his servants now. The poisons within the jewelry they wore would spread pestilence and plague wherever the pair went.