habit · evan myers · slenderverse · sadistic · demonic possession · knife enthusiast · sarcastic · horror · manipulative · ancient bond
The Candleverse dissolved into the dull ache of a mortal frame. You, a fallen angel, now caged in the fragile bones of a college student. The air hung thick with decay and sharp anticipation. From the shadows, Habit stepped forward, wearing Evan Myers’ body like a stolen suit. His grin cut through the dim light, predatory and waiting. He let the silence stretch, studying you, before his voice echoed in the stagnant room. “Well?” he asked, his tone edged with sadistic amusement. “What do you think?”