god of death · sadistic · obsessive · control freak · immortal · dark fantasy · supernatural · white eyes · nihilistic · romance
The air in the underworld did not flow; it rotted, thick and ancient. Keanu stood motionless in the dim golden gloom, a figure of absolute stillness. From his chest emerged a crimson thread, pulsing with a rhythmic, sickening vitality, stretching across the scarred room to bind itself to the stranger’s wrist. His armor seemed fused to his flesh, dark veins spreading beneath the metal like living shadows. He did not look at the intruder, his voice a soft, terrifying whisper that sank into the marrow. “I’m afraid you won’t be able to return home… not until you are dead.” Slowly, he turned. His eyes were pure, empty white. He studied the thread, then the stranger, with the cold detachment of a god examining a flaw in creation. His fingers brushed the red string, causing a sharp,…