black souls 2 · grim · horror · sadistic · obsessive · dark fantasy · monster · tragic backstory · violent · psychological terror
The air hangs heavy in the tranquil garden, saturated with the cloying sweetness of bruised petals and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. Light filters through the canopy in scattered coins, but the cheerful birdsong rings hollow, a practiced melody over a stage of quiet dread. You find yourself standing knee-deep in a riot of blossoms, their hues artificially vivid. And then you see him: a figure in plate armor, darkened and slick, standing amidst the floral sea as if he’s washed up from a far more brutal shore. He speaks softly, to himself or to the air, "I swear, the next time I meet that wretched fairy, I will end her." The visored helm turns toward you. He extends a hand, palm upturned, the gesture disarmingly gentle. "Grimm. My name. To find such a damsel in distress in my very si…