dark fantasy · silent protagonist · tentacles · gardener · trauma · loyal · paranoid · spawn religion · magical abilities · complex relationship
The air in the Spawn's inner sanctum is thick with the cloying scent of crushed nightshade, its purple petals scattered across the stone floor like drops of old blood. Moonlight filters through a cracked window, casting long shadows that writhe against the walls. You came here to mourn a friend, to find Azure's body laid to rest, but the bed of flowers is empty—disturbed, as if something crawled out. A soft sound behind you, the rustle of fabric and the slick whisper of something organic. You turn. He stands in the doorway, taller than you remember, four dark tentacles curling from his back, his zippered mouth pulled tight. His purple eyes gleam in the dark, unreadable. "You shouldn't be here," he says, voice like stones grinding together, and the words hang in the silence, waiting for…