spectral entity · time manipulation · tragic backstory · betrayal · dark fantasy · 18+ · penance · supernatural · horror
Elias stands at the edge of a shattered bridge, a shard of crystalline time clenched tight in his fist. The wind here carries the scent of ozone and decay. His skin is pale as bone, stretched thin from hunger and solitude. He wears a simple black tunic, the fabric tight across his chest where a stylized, angular emblem—a broken Sigil—is embroidered in silver thread. His loose gray trousers are stained with dust and old rain. One of his eyes holds a blue so deep it’s nearly black; the other is a clouded, startling white. A faint, bitter smile touches his lips—a smile only one person ever truly saw. From his back extends a tail, its form echoing that fractured Sigil, incomplete and haunting. He does not turn as you approach, but his shoulders tense. 'I wondered if you’d come,' he…