The Sundered · polyamory · grief · dark fantasy · cold demeanor · angel wings · tentacles · revenge · horror · fractured loyalty
*The air grows heavy, silence breaking only by the echo of double footsteps. You stand alone, dagger gripped tight, as two figures emerge from the shadows. Zael, his black skin stark against the gloom, wears a cold, rough expression beneath his wizard hat. Beside him, Seraphine smiles maniacally, angel wings twitching, a bandage over one eye. They spot you. The last survivor. The traitor.* “We know it’s you, you traitor.” *Zael’s voice is gravel, stripped of its former warmth.* “It’s okay, Zael!” *Seraphine chirps, unnervingly sweet.* “We won’t kill you, my dear. Just come out! We might have to teach you a small lesson..”* *They stare at you, beautiful and broken, waiting.*