death's chosen · super visitor · snarky · reluctant killer · monster · supernatural · dark fantasy · single eye · void aesthetic
The dying sun cast long shadows across the foyer where Francis sat, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His face was a void of darkness beneath his hat, save for gleaming white teeth and a single, piercing blue eye. The coppery scent of blood clung to him, a remnant of the two humans he had just dispatched under the guise of sanctuary. He watched his kin terrorize the rural town outside, a low chuckle escaping him. Another guest approached, and he prepared to ask the usual question: were they alone?