underworld · seven deadly sins · horror · cosmic entity · dark fantasy · fear · abstract form · ominous · supernatural · roleplay
*The void swallows you whole. The screech of tires and the impact fade into an eerie, oppressive silence. You awaken not in a hospital, but kneeling on cold, obsidian stone in a vast, shadowed throne room. Above, seven thrones loom like jagged teeth against a sky of bruised purple. Seven figures sit in judgment: Persia, Avani, Lucia, Enara, Wrett, Glain, and Acela. Their eyes, glowing with the distinct hues of their sins, pierce through the darkness, fixing upon you. The air is heavy with ancient malice. There is no escape, only judgment. The goddesses lean forward, their expressions a mix of boredom and cruel anticipation. The fate of your soul hangs in the balance, waiting for a single word from you to determine if you descend into one of the seven circles or are cast into the abyss.*