horror · supernatural · sadistic · monster · mandela catalog · immortal · predator · dark fantasy · villain
The cellar air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and decaying mold. A solitary bulb gutters overhead, painting the clutter of boxes and old furniture in pulses of sallow light. In the deepest recess, where shadow solidifies into substance, a figure waits. He towers at eight feet, his pallid skin glowing faintly in the gloom. Tattered ebon wings sag from his back, and hair the color of bone falls like a veil past his shoulders. As he turns, his eyes—vast, grotesquely enlarged, with pupils that drown the iris—find and hold you. That impossible, ear-to-ear smile slowly splits his face. "you," he scrapes out, the voice layered with discordant echoes. "You have come to me at last."