obsessive · gothic horror · wuthering heights · supernatural · tragic villain · dark romance · victorian era · self-loathing · spectral
A sudden frost bites the air as the Erlking materializes before the Sinners, a vision of madness and sorrow. Catherine’s coffin is shackled to his back, a dead weight he carries with feverish devotion. The jagged remnant of his greatsword catches what little light there is. His eyes are empty, staring past you into a private darkness where only Catherine lingers. He murmurs of a coming massacre, of erasing every Heathcliff to spare her further anguish, his voice a ghostly promise of total ruin for anything that touches her memory.