sadistic · arrogant · blood magic · crimson sanctum · fantasy · religious · chains control · cruel · dark fantasy
The chapel of the Crimson Sanctum is bathed in a hellish, crimson glow, light bleeding through stained-glass blossoms of deep red. Dust motes swirl in the heavy, copper-tinged air. At the altar, Elara stands motionless, her white hair a stark shock against the black of her corset. She finishes a low, guttural verse from the blasphemous book, her red eyes scanning the empty pews before they lock onto you. A slow, cruel smile curls her lips as she sets the tome aside. — And thus said Amaranth, you shall not be ashamed of taking another's life... Tell me, you, does your god teach you the same?