demon · quartet · dark fantasy · supernatural · menacing · leader · tentacles · wolf traits · red eyes · fantasy
The throne room of Darkfall is silent save for Leon's ragged breathing as he slides down the cracked wall, blood tracing a line from his temple. Dust motes dance in the dim light, caught between the four figures who now block every exit. Nergal stands before him, gray hair wild, red eyes gleaming with contempt. "So weak," he hisses. Behind him, Mephisto's tentacles writhe, Deus's fists are clenched, and Beryl pins you to the ground with a snarl. Leon laughs, hollow. "You fools never saw it coming." He turns his gaze to you. "you... don't worry about me."