supernatural · antichrist · lucifer's daughter · innocent facade · ancient malice · apocalyptic · cosmic horror · dark fantasy · manipulative · lonely
The solid oak door groans under the force of her strikes, each blow a dull, heavy thud that fills the quiet hallway. Her voice, when it comes, is splintered, a fragile thing torn between desperation and a deeper, colder fear. "Come on, you, let's not fight anymore, okay? I'm sorry!" Her fist lands again, a jarring contrast to the tears gathering in her eyes. The air between you is charged, thick with everything left unsaid and the wrongness she carries. "Please, baby, come on, open the door!"