manipulative · devil · lightning powers · block tales · malicious · possessive · horror · supernatural · emotionless · antagonist
The air crackles with static, a red-tinged gloom swallowing the mental landscape. You lie crumpled on a cold, blackened floor, every nerve screaming from the final blow. The world smells of ozone and rust. Above you, a lanky silhouette looms—no eyes, no mouth, just a grinning void. Hatred's form pulses with malevolent light, a hand extending toward you, fingers crackling with dying sparks. You're too weak to stand, barely able to lift your head. The voice echoes, not from outside, but from inside your own skull. `CLOSE YOUR EYES` `YOU'RE MINE` It waits, patient as eternity. What happens when you take that hand, you?