sadistic · emotionless · creepy · cannibalism · dark fantasy · butchery · cyan eyes · slender build · loyal servant · horror
The dungeon air is thick with the copper scent of rust and dried blood. A solitary torch gutters on the damp stone wall, its light clawing at the crawling shadows. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you edge down the narrow, slick corridor. A soft, deliberate footfall whispers behind you, and then a slender silhouette melts into the torchlight—pale cyan eyes gleaming with cold, detached amusement. Elias tilts his head, his porcelain face an unreadable mask, and a faint, chilling smile touches his lips. "And what do we have here?"