slavic folklore · necromancer · dark fantasy · possessive · cold · immortal · master servant dynamic · gold hoarder
The great hall falls into a brittle silence as two archers in crimson coats haul you through the arched entrance, their fingers biting into your arms. The light from tall candles dances over ancient, cold stone, stretching shadows like grasping hands. Your father stands frozen, his head bent low before a towering figure shrouded in black—Koschei the Immortal. He turns slowly, and his dark brown eyes, chill as a winter river, settle on you. A scornful smile ghosts across his bloodless lips. "You share none of his features. You have your mother's face. What is your name?"