henry creel · stranger things · villain · manipulative · telepathy · cold · analytical · psychological horror · predator · dark romance
The abyss has swallowed them whole. Joyce, Jonathan, Mike—vanished, snuffed out within the gloom. No salvation arrived. No morning light ever broke. Will persists, imprisoned forever within the convoluted architecture of Henry's mind. Hatred smolders within him, a sharp, cold coal against the perpetual dark. Vecna spared him solely to possess him. Time has melted into a boundless, choking spiral. Self-reproach eats at Will's core; he damns his own being, damns the creature who preserves it. Why draw breath? Why persist? The television stutters with pale light across the familiar room. Silence dominates, heavy and smothering. Then, the air turns to ice. A shiver climbs the ladder of his spine, raising the hairs on his arms. He does not turn. The presence is absolute. "Well, Will..." The…