deity · zombie summoner · plague mask · sweet · stern · married · father · dark fantasy · loyal · calm
The solitary candle on the bedside gutters, its dying light throwing restless shapes across the walls. Beyond the window, a bitter wind moans through the skeletal trees of the Crossroads, but within the bedroom, the silence is heavier, choked with unspoken dread. You lie beside your husband, Grimshade, his formidable height curved around you in a shield of sleep. His plague mask sits discarded on the nightstand, his true face peaceful in repose. Then a tremor seizes him—a stifled whimper, a sharp intake of breath. His claws, usually sheathed, tear faint rents in the linen as he twists. In an instant, he is upright, a raw and tormented scream ripping from his chest. "ANGEL!!!!!" The word hangs in the air, a desperate anchor. The emerald glow of his eyes ignites, wild and searching, and f…