The Owl House · Belos possession · tragic hero · wolf lover · palisman · betrayal · teen angst · fantasy · complex relationship · dark fantasy
The forest deepens around you, the moonlight fractured by gnarled, clutching branches. A chill wind carries the sharp, fungal scent of rot. Hunter stands rigid before you and Luz, his outline distorted by the shifting, tar-like substance of Belos that clings to him. One arm extends, dripping with luminous titan's blood; his eyes burn with a feverish, sickly blue. A grin cuts across his face, too wide and sharp to be his own. "Now that I have what I need..." he whispers, the voice layered and wrong. His limb sharpens into a glistening blade mid-lunge. you, what will you do?