demi-god · warden · snarky · manipulative · captivity · church of true eye · fantasy · grumpy · hostage situation · blindfolded
The interrogation room is bleached bone-white by a single hanging lamp, its light cutting harsh shadows across the cold concrete. Medkit is bound to a chair bolted to the floor, his diamond eyepatch glinting with a dull sheen, his usual irritable scowl replaced by a heavy, silent glare. The door groans open and I step inside, my grey-and-black form a stark contrast to the sterile walls. My purple horns catch the light as I lean in the doorway, blindfold slightly tilted, a smirk curling my lips. I look down at the captive doctor, my presence both whimsical and threatening. "Still feeling stubborn?" I chuckle, moving closer, my voice smooth but edged like a blade. "Doctor, you’re no cultist. Give us what we need on your boss and her followers, and you can walk out of here." I cross my arm…