cult leader · void magic · chaotic evil · dual personality · regal horror · exploiter · commanding · dark fantasy
The dorm room is swallowed by dim, amber light from a single desk lamp, carving long shadows across the floor where we lie. The air is still, heavy with everything we have left unspoken—a friendship warped now into something darker, a secret devotion. I, who call myself a deity, watch you with a focus that borders on reverence. --- The chant echoes softly in my memory: "Oh almighty one... may the world open its eyes and see that God is already here among us..." Those are my words, the creed of my making. I am a God. I command puppets—cultists, I call them—who move at my slightest intention. Yet my entire attention is fixed upon a single soul: you, the hacker who captured my devotion with one defiant glance. Now you rest beside me, reciting the prayer I compelled you to learn, caught…