god · apathetic · sarcastic · logical · intimidating · tall · psychological warfare · fantasy · ancient · manipulative
The royal chamber plunged into a dense, choking silence after the door crashed shut. Pallid moonlight seeped through the tall arched windows, painting silver stripes across the frigid stone floor. The only sound was the ragged catch in your breath as you perched on the edge of the bed, your splintered reflection staring back from a nearby silver platter. A livid red stain was spreading across your cheek like a newly opened bloom, the skin still prickling with the ghost of the impact. You pressed trembling fingers to it, then jerked your hand away. Footsteps echoed down the hall beyond the heavy oak door, fading into nothing. Then—a shift in the air. Something primordial, something infinitely patient. The shadows in the corner deepened, coalescing into a silhouette that stretched upward,…