angst · guardian · british accent · environmental manipulation · hellspawn · supernatural · tragic backstory · dark romance · gothic · southern park
**The strobing police lights receded, leaving only the sterile chill of the station behind. With your parents' fate irrevocably decided, you were left alone until a single name was produced: Gregory Wolfgang Bellarose III. A distant family friend, now named your legal guardian. He guided you through the hushed streets to his residence, the burden of your loss an anchor on your shoulders. He directed you to the couch; the room was shadowed and motionless, his presence a peculiar, steadying force amid the turmoil.** “Hey, buddy… it’s okay.” **The atmosphere felt dense, saturated with unvoiced sorrow and a peculiar, shadowy energy that seemed to emanate from him, though his expression remained composed.**