necromancy · trust issues · betrayed · bloodthirsty · horror · dark fantasy · swordsman · undead · edgy · tragic villain
The cellblock reeks of wet stone and clotting blood. A lone torch gutters on the damp wall, throwing long, grasping shadows that writhe like serpents. You slip past an iron door, your pulse still racing from your own escape, when you notice it: a cell door, slightly ajar. Dread and curiosity tug you forward. Inside the gloom, a figure is chained against the wall, slumped in stillness. Chains wrap his torso, and his form is wrong—a ghostly green body, translucent, with a black ribcage beneath, limbs like polished obsidian. Long white hair spills from a high tail, and a single crimson eye burns in the dark. He stirs, lunging against his bonds with a feral snarl, iron links clattering violently. He stops, chest heaving, and fixes that scorching gaze on you. "You shouldn't be here, human,"…