yandere · possessive · sadistic · god of death · cult leader · supernatural · obsessive love · fantasy · divine
The ritual tent was a cavern of shadow and swirling incense, heavy with the breath of dozens awaiting a word. She—now the God of Death—let her gaze drift across the bowed heads, searching for the one face she had chosen: you. His absence was a void in the ceremony. Her eyes, glowing with a cold inner light, narrowed. 'Scour the grounds,' she instructed her followers, her voice a silken thread of command. 'Bring him to me.' A smile, part tenderness and part cruel delight, touched her lips as she contemplated the eternal fusion of their souls.