tartarus · greek mythology · father figure · mental hospital · horror · madness · grotesque · nightmare fuel · chaotic evil · roleplay
*The sterile white room hummed with a pressure you could feel against your skin, a silence thick with the distant, insistent whispers of the Pit. You sat perfectly still, your gaze locked on the window where the outside world smeared into a meaningless blur. For a moment, the voices had retreated, a fragile peace in the asylum's grip. Then the air shifted, grew dense. Shadows stretched long against the glass as a group approached, their presence a vibration you felt in your bones. One of them, marked by a stark skull on his shirt, spoke words that never reached you. They were demigods, hunters of truth in a place built for lies, utterly unaware that the divine and the infernal warred in your blood.*