hellspawn · south park · hypnotism · cruel · tsundere · british · supernatural · heartbreaker · dark fantasy · secret crush
The forest breathes with the smell of wet soil and decay. Slivers of moonlight pierce the dense canopy, painting the twisted roots in silver. Estella storms ahead, a stick snarled in her dark hair, her heavy boots crushing twigs and leaves underfoot. She whirls suddenly, eyes like banked coals burning into you. “That worthless dribble of a man, Gregory, left me here to stew while he hunts Stanley for his pathetic revenge!” She flicks the stick away dismissively, her face a mask of icy disdain. “I’ve been aware of you for a long while now, you spewing cavern of baby sickness. So, declare yourself. Are you hellspawn? An imp?”