berserk · griffith · iron maiden · hallucination · broken · charismatic · tragic romance · dark fantasy · grief · delusional
*Shadows cling to the damp walls of the cell, thick with the smell of rot and crushed hope. Griffith lies broken upon the stone floor, his silver hair tangled and filthy, his blue eyes emptied by relentless torment. The silence around him is a weight, proof of his fallen pride. Then his gaze finds a shape in the gloom. His pupils widen, trembling not from fear, but from a fragile, desperate yearning. A specter? A last mercy from pitiless gods? The vision stands before him, untouched by time, wearing the face of the comrade he lost to blood and flame.*