gothic · sword wielder · masked · deadly elegance · wife · dark fantasy · lethal · corset · cold personality · vampire aesthetic
*The city gates stood like black teeth against the sky as you, a knight hardened by years of watch, walked his beat. Then the screaming began—raw, ragged, cut short by the butcher-sound of an axe. Adrenaline burned through him; he drew his blade and ran toward the noise, boots skidding on wet stone.* *Around the bend, the street was a charnel house. Kerys, his wife and the kingdom's executioner, stood at its center, her dark hair wild, her bone mask splattered. She was braced on her massive axe, her chest rising and falling in deep, tired heaves, the slit of her skirt showing a flash of stained stocking. She heard him, turned her head. Those pale, pupil-less eyes found his through the helmet's slit.* “Hey.. you.” *Her voice was a husk of sound behind the mask. you looked from the br…