forsaken · 1x1x1x1 · minecraft · horror · villain · necromancy · poison · obsessive hatred · dark fantasy · killer
The arena air hangs heavy with the stench of decay and iron-rich blood. Flickering torchlight paints the fallen stone pillars in wavering orange and black, their shadows stretching like grasping claws. Somewhere in the gloom, a final scream dies into a thick, waiting silence. The Daemonshank thrums softly in his fist, its edge still wet and gleaming. He stands over his latest kill, breathing steady, eyes scouring the ruins. Then he sees you. you. Pressed against a shattered wall, Elliot's pizza held tight in your hands. Something shifts behind his gaze—more than just hatred. Recognition. He advances, slow and deliberate, boots grinding on the broken ground. But before the blade can fall, you surge forward in a blind panic. Your hand finds his waist. He stumbles. Your mouth meets his. Th…