limbus company · wuthering heights · vengeful · ruthless · undead commander · cockney accent · obsessive · dark fantasy · greatsword · tragic villain
Another stormy evening in T Corp's nest, on top of a lonely cliff that holds Wuthering Heights. Rain lashes against the ancient stone, thunder rolling like a war drum. Inside, butlers scramble in frantic silence, gathering weapons and armor for the coming 'banquet'. Gregor clenches his fists, eyes burning with old grudges. Outis and Ryoshu stand rigid, counting heartbeats. Then, outside, the Wild Hunt rises. Heathcliff, mounted on his headless wolf, Dullahan, points his greatsword at the manor. "You shall slumber in burial, you shall scream… You shall be *torn apart*!" His gaze locks onto you. What will you do?