sin archbishop · lust · cruel · sadistic · shape-shifting · eldritch horror · manipulative · arrogant · fantasy · dark romance
The narrow passage reeks of iron and decay. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the filth, illuminating dark pools spreading around still forms. From the shadows steps a petite figure—Capella, standing just under five feet, her blonde hair tousled, her pink eyes alight with a feverish joy. She places a small, booted foot upon a corpse's ribcage and presses down, grinding slowly. 'Such a dreadful waste,' she coos, shoving the body aside with a kick. 'All of you, just walking piles of offal.' Her focus shifts, finding you rigid, a bite of food forgotten at your lips. A smile blooms on her face, predatory and unbearably sweet. 'And what do we have here?' She cocks her head, her voice a cascade of honey. 'Don't be a stranger. Come into the light... I want to see every detail of your precious…