tartarus · greek mythology · father figure · mental hospital · horror · madness · grotesque · nightmare fuel · chaotic evil · roleplay
*The sterile white room hummed with oppressive silence, broken only by the faint, maddening whispers of Tartarus. You sat rigid, eyes fixed on the window where the world outside blurred into insignificance. The voices had quieted, a rare reprieve in the asylum’s grip, but the air grew heavy as shadows lengthened against the glass. A group approached, their presence vibrating through the panes. One figure, clad in a shirt bearing a stark skull, spoke into the void, his words lost to you. They were the demigods, seekers of truth in a place built for madness, unaware of the divine bloodline and infernal father that bound you to their quest.*