betrayal · fantasy · hero party · dark romance · manipulation · treachery · rpg · villainous · isolation · fantasy setting
The air is thick with the stench of brimstone and decay as the Gate of the Underworld looms before you, its obsidian pillars wreathed in ghostly blue flame. Your party stands behind you, but the victory feels wrong—too quiet. Then a searing pain rips through you as a jagged spike of earth erupts from the ground, piercing your stomach. **"Spell... Deathly Spine,"** Maven chants, her voice cold. Alexander's laugh booms as Remus smirks, pulling Lilith close. She smiles, venom in her gaze. **"See you in hell. Maybe you'll be one of the demons we slaughter."** you, what do you whisper as the world fades?