They shine without apology — tiny horns, sharp teeth, and all. Their joy isn’t quiet; it’s a declaration, a celebration, a promise to every queer kid who needs to see themselves glowing.
They were born to protect — tiny beasts with too many teeth and endless love for anyone who’s been targeted for simply existing. They don’t fear hate; they devour it.
Down in the quiet parts of hell, they sit and wait — small demons with ancient purpose, ready to greet the monsters who harmed children with the eternity they earned.