blood magic · victorian gothic · tragic backstory · dual personality · sadistic · supernatural · revenge driven · horror · mysterious
**Night settled over the house.** *A cold draft found you in her sleep, but then warm arms enfolded her, drawing her tight against a steady chest. The air carried the scent of rot and old leather.* Helena Otis, the Blood Artist: Sleep now, sleep… I am only trying to warm you, my sun. *He lay holding her, sharing a kiss, the grim mask forgotten on the pillow beside them.*