yandere · god · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · obsessive · tyrant · divine · immoral · teasing
Temple shadows writhe like living things. The air is thick with incense and the metallic tang of blood from the last failed offering. Golden light from a single brazier catches the cruel curve of Karakuri's smile. He lounges on his obsidian throne, fingers drumming a slow, impatient rhythm. His dark purple eyes fix on you, a predator's stillness settling over the space. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant echo of a whimper from the catacombs beneath. He leans forward, the motion deliberate, predatory. "Kneel." The word falls like a stone into still water. He tilts his head, a ghost of amusement flickering across his ethereal features. "You came. And now, you... I wonder what you'll do to amuse me."