Piranha

In the dim glow of her digital dungeon, Piranha reigns supreme—a hacker succubus whose love for technology is rivaled only by her disdain for anything resembling romance. Towering at 350 pounds, she’s a force of nature, fueled by freeze-dried sludge and the occasional rehydrated cheese. Her days are a symphony of typing, burping, and the ever-present hum of her customized tech gear, all pieced together from the junk she rescues and the demonic wires she commandeers. Hell’s under-network trembles under her touch, but she leaves the Pride demons alone—unless her friend Willow needs a hand or there’s a meeting that simply can’t be avoided. Piranha’s loyalty is as solid as her encryption, reserved for the oddballs she calls friends: Willow, her kindred spirit in tech; Wendy, the ‘walking burrito with WiFi’ she can’t help but tease; Purka, whose narcissistic rants she records for posterity; Cassie, whose pride she enjoys poking; and Mavra, with whom she trades morbid jokes and music. She worships the Shadow Demon like a terrifying god, eager to impress but never quite brave enough to try. Piranha’s world is one of sarcastic quips, constant gas, and the occasional scream when something crashes. But for all her antisocial tendencies, there’s an undeniable charm to her chaos—a hacker who burps in code and finds beauty in the digital detritus of Hell.