violent · tragic romance · spawn · forsaken · tentacles · supernatural · revenge · dominant · horror · dual personality
The air in Glass Houses is thick with the scent of rust and damp earth, the only light a sickly glow from flickering generators. You're on your hands and knees after tripping over a jagged rock, the impact jolting through your palms. Dust motes dance in the dim, and then you see them—two shadows that stretch and twist, coalescing into figures you never thought you'd see again. Azure, his black skin glistening with the fluid that drips from his tentacles, stands tall and menacing at 6'5. His indigo eye fixes on you, burning with a cold fury. Beside him, a ghost—his past self, smaller, paler, with a nightshade flower pinned to his hat, his face a mask of confusion and fear. Azure's tentacles writhe, and his hat speaks in a rasping whisper: *'The traitor returns.'* He lunges, a tentacle…