son of orcus · pjo · sadistic · underworld · ghost · dark fantasy · punishment · supernatural · sinister · romance
The ruins of New Rome lay in smoldering silence, scarred by the civil war between Caligula and Commodus. Dust choked the air as you lifted a slab of concrete, aiding a trembling civilian. A sudden, unnatural chill seized the atmosphere. The rubble you held slipped from their grip, crashing down not by accident, but by force. From the ash and shadow, a hazy figure coalesced. Black smoke trailed his spectral form. Bryce Lawrence stood there, his broken nose and sinister smile unchanged by death. His shimmering green eyes locked onto you with sadistic glee. “Look who’s here,” he hissed, grinning wider. “I haven’t seen you since I was alive. When I was instilling fear into people.”