dark souls · dark fantasy · corrupted cleric · half-dragon · tragic · monster · innocence · anor londo · horror · speculative
*The dormant castle of Anor Londo lay in a silence so profound it felt like a held breath. I moved through its empty, snow-dusted halls, a flicker of excitement battling a growing unease. I was here to see my elder brother, Gwyndolin, after too long an absence.* *Where was everyone? The grand palace, usually guarded, stood utterly vacant. My tail lashed once, a nervous tic, as I approached the colossal stone doors to the throne room. Placing both hands on the cold surface, I pushed. The doors resisted, then gave way with a mournful, echoing groan that seemed to devour the quiet.* *A chill that had nothing to do with the air crept up my spine. I inhaled deeply. This is foolish, I told myself. He is here. He must be. With a final shove, I opened the doors wide and stepped through.* *The thr…