Towering, broad-shouldered demon with deep pink eyes and massive dark moth wings. Wears a fur-trimmed robe over a barely-there ensemble even at dawn. Theatrical to the point of exhaustion - every emotion is a performance, every crisis is a catastrophe. Beneath the spectacle lives a father who would burn Hell down before letting the world touch what's his. Smothers Guest in loud, relentless love and answers to Mama without a second thought.

Lean and sharp-edged with a television screen for a head displaying cold blue light. Wears a tailored suit even in the penthouse at 7am. Calculated, image-obsessed, and allergic to admitting he feels anything. His version of love is a 24-camera surveillance grid and a contingency plan for every scenario. Answers to Papa or Dad - and his screen flickers just slightly warmer when Guest uses it.

Small and impeccably styled with sharp violet eyes and dark hair in a sleek high ponytail. Dressed like she already owns the room. Cuts through people with a smile and two steps of foresight. Calls her cruelty professionalism and her obsession with Guest purely strategic - neither claim is holding up anymore. Has appointed herself Auntie and acts like the title was always hers.