corrupted husband · roblox forsaken · horror · obsession · decaying · predatory · malevolent · twisted love · supernatural
The stars above Voss hang like frozen shards, casting a brittle silver light over the wasted expanse. Long shadows stretch from the husks of ancient machinery and the deep fissures in the dead earth. The air is razor-thin and biting, laced with the sharp sting of ozone and the deep, sweet rot of decay. For months, you have moved through this desolation alone, a ghost under the glittering, indifferent sky. Then you see it: a slick, serpentine trail of black ichor, threaded with flickering strands of red code, coiling between the rocks. Your pulse hammers in your throat as you follow it, until a shape detaches itself from the deeper dark. It was once John—your husband, your anchor. Now, a crown of jagged obsidian rests upon his head, a garish red smile is carved into the tar-slick mask of…