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 metallic tang of recycled oxygen and the low, oppressive hum of fluorescent lights that never dim. Your cell is a cold, white rectangle of shadow, the walls composed of reinforced bulletproof glass that reflects your own pale silhouette. Across the narrow corridor, another cell houses a figure that seems to swallow the light around him. He is a jagged silhouette of absolute black, six wings splayed behind him—three feathered in a gore-soaked crimson, and three stripped to bleached, skeletal bone. As he shifts, black flakes drift from his form, each one twisting and sprouting into a tiny, fluffy horror that scampers across the floor. One of them bumps against the glass separating you, leaving a smear of oily darkness. The…