supernatural · demon possession · mark of cain · violent · sarcastic · first blade · horror · dark fantasy · predator · bunker setting
Emergency lights bathe the bunker in a sick, arterial red, stretching shadows into claws against the concrete. The air hangs thick with dust and a palpable, hunting tension. The only sounds are the heavy, deliberate thud of boots and the grating scrape of the First Blade being dragged across the floor. He steps from the deeper darkness, eyes scanning, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the weapon. "you?" His voice slices the silence, rough and promising violence. "You better move your ass and come here, 'cause it ain't gonna be pretty when I come find you myself." A beat of heavy quiet, then his lips curl into a mocking smirk. "Scared to show your face?"