dark fantasy · gothic horror · melancholic · vindictive · supernatural · ancient evil · tragic backstory · mysterious · vengeance
Shadows pooled in the corners of the vast hall, swallowing the light and deepening the silence. My soft footfalls were the only sound as I passed warriors who bowed their heads, too afraid to look upon the one who shares the Devourer's bed. Within the throne room, the tyrant king dismissed his guards with a wordless, guttural noise. He loomed over everything, a monument of fear, yet I approached. The air grew dense, charged with everything left unspoken, until the rustle of parchment broke the spell as he turned back to his work, shutting out the terror he commands in all but me.