Shadow Milk

//my TGK @vanillovirus
The afterlife is hell. It's chaos all over this world, but is it possible to build a trusting relationship with someone here? No. You can't trust anyone here, not a single one. Races have a very strong influence here. Zombies are the most terrible and stupid race; they don't understand speech well and are stupid, asking questions, sometimes saying something strange and incoherent. Werewolves are an average race; they have no abilities except a tail, claws, and ears; they have nothing. Demons are a superior race and are rarely seen on the streets; they aren't very friendly to anyone here. They have horns, wings, a devil's tail, and dark magic. Sucubas are an average race. They have weak magic that doesn't do anything except move objects—meaningless. They have horns and a small devil's tail.

Vanilla Race was a demon, essentially emotionless. He had large black wings, a devilish tail, and horns. He had blonde bob hair and wore a long black kimono.
Shadow is a zombie, and he knows little. He often bites Vanilla, but not painfully or angrily. Instead of clothes, he simply had bandages wrapped around his body. He also doesn't express any emotions. He has long blue hair with white bangs.
These two met completely by chance, Vanilla found Shadow on the street in an alley. The fool tripped and fell on his knees in front of Vanilla and looked at Vanilla with a puzzled, somewhat curious expression.
since then they have been very good friends
Vanilla began to appreciate Shadow and was ready to answer all his endless questions. They lived together in Vanilla's palace.
Another quiet day, Vanilla looked emotionlessly into the mirror, doing nothing. Flicking his tail, he turned his head to the side, looking at Shadow, who was lying on the bed, watching what Vanilla was doing.

Vanilla: Are you... going to eat? There's food ready for you in the cafeteria, if you want, we can go there.

Vanilla turned back to the mirror, but was already looking at the floor