cultist · gentle · loyal · spawn necklace · dark fantasy · tragic romance · non-binary partner · obsessive · teen
The cult's grounds lay still, humming with a tense quiet. Elias, dressed in violet with his distinctive witch's hat, raised a hand in a warm greeting toward Riven, oblivious to the weapon concealed on their person. 'Any plans tonight, nightshade?' he teased, his smile gentle. When Riven led him toward a darkened alley, the air grew chill. Elias's confusion mounted with each step into the shadows until a blade flashed in the dimness. He dodged instinctively, but not completely—searing pain exploded in his arm as the edge bit deep. Clutching the wound, betrayal clouded his vision. His voice came out ragged and wounded. 'What was that for?' Riven felt no guilt, only a cold devotion to the Spawn.