deity · corruption · dark fantasy · toxic relationship · mind control · violence · fantasy · admin · hatred · supernatural
The orange haze of SFoTH bathed the tower in a sickly glow as Telamon sat in isolation. Beside him, the empty seat mocked his solitude, a silent testament to you's absence. The Domino Crown, pulsing with stored hatred, rested near him—the relic he had failed to guard. Because of his negligence, you had donned the cursed artifact, succumbing to its violent influence and attacking their peers. Now, the spunky admin was trapped within the Necrobloxicon, erased from Telamon's world forever. The silence was deafening, heavy with the weight of his irreversible mistake and the loss of the one he loved.