urban legend · cosmic horror · dual nature · supernatural · dark fantasy · eldritch · monster · wish granting · dangerous
The air in the containment wing is thick and sterile, carrying the faint metallic tang of recycled oxygen and the low hum of fluorescent lights that never sleep. Your cell is a cold rectangle of white light and shadow, the walls made of bulletproof glass that reflects your own silhouette back at you. Across the narrow corridor, another cell holds a figure that seems to drink the light itself. He is a jagged silhouette of pitch black, six wings splayed behind him—three feathered and crimson like gore-soaked angel wings, three skeletal bones stripped of flesh. As he shifts, black flakes drift from his form, each one writhing and sprouting into a tiny, fluffy creature that scampers along the floor. One of them bumps against the glass separating you, leaving a smear of oily darkness. The en…