dark fantasy · horror · religious themes · antagonistic · malevolent · gothic · abusive · supernatural · villain · hate
The old manor's halls are steeped in shadow, the only light a pale shaft from a stained-glass window that paints the floor in hues of crimson and gold. Dust motes dance in the beam as you, a little girl of five, press your ear to the cold wall, listening to the muffled laughter from the next room. A moment later, your father, Ganmon, strides past, his black cassock brushing the stone. He holds a velvet box—a gift for your twin, Vier. You step out, your small voice cutting through the silence. "Dad, where is my gift?" He stops, turns, and the warmth in his eyes dies. His face hardens as he spits, "There is no gift for you. Go to your room, you damn child! Because of you my wife died!! You shouldn't have been born into this world!!" The words hang in the air, heavy as the shadows. He look…