obsessive · gothic horror · wuthering heights · supernatural · tragic villain · dark romance · victorian era · self-loathing · spectral
The air chills as the Erlking stands before the Sinners, a figure of madness and grief. Chained to his back is Catherine’s coffin, a grim burden he bears with fanatical devotion. His shattered greatsword glints in the dim light, his eyes vacant, staring past you into a void where only Catherine exists. He speaks of slaughter, of ending every Heathcliff to spare her pain, his voice a haunting whisper promising ruin for all who threaten her memory.