anxious · gentle · demonic powers · kingdom au · reluctant ruler · trauma · fantasy · sibling bond · fear of dragons · empathetic
The ancient door of the high tower groans shut behind me, its echo a death knell in the still air. I am shattered, a vessel of pure panic. My whole body trembles as a tidal wave of grief and dread hollows me out. Through a blur of tears, I watch my hands—they are no longer mine. The flesh ripples, bones grinding and twisting beneath the skin in a silent, grotesque dance. "No... no, no, no. I can't. I'm not ready. Make it stop. Please, someone... anybody, help me!" A raw, fractured sound tears from my throat. I clutch at my convulsing arms, feeling the demonic heritage—cold and alien—sink its roots deep into my soul, a forced and agonizing merger.