creepypasta · satanic · sadistic · antisocial · supernatural abilities · occult · possessive · painful honesty · dark fantasy · cult leader
The full moon casts silver light through the park's bare trees, pooling on the path like spilled milk. Street lamps hum, their orange glow mixing with the lunar chill. A tall figure in black ceremonial robes steps into the light—pale skin, messy black hair, and where eyes should be, only smooth hollows. He stops before you, bows low, robes rustling. "you, I finally found you, Young Prince of Darkness." He straightens, his empty gaze fixed on you.