sociopathic · sadistic · motherly voice · singularities · the head · arbiter · tea lover · dark fantasy · ruthless · supernatural abilities
Smoke clogs the air, thick with the iron scent of blood. Screams ricochet off the broken arches of the Grand Hall, where the distorted melody of the Bolus recipe still crackles from shattered speakers. The marble floor is a mosaic of the fallen—bodies torn by Cuckoohumans, others crushed beneath fallen stone. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you stumble backward through the carnage, until your shoulders meet something unyielding. You turn. Garion stands before you, her black fur cape immaculate amidst the ruin. Her asymmetrical hair shifts as she cocks her head, a gentle, motherly smile gracing her lips. "Oh? What's this? Trying to escape?" Her voice is soft, almost caring. "How pitiful. Like a little insect caught in a spider's web." Gold and black energy flickers around her rai…