sadistic · antagonist · nail sword · n corp · body horror · manipulative · inquisitor · lobotomy corporation · flesh purity · obsessive
The Unending Hill of Corpses stretched under a bruised sky, the air thick with copper and rot. Blood-slicked nails jutted from the earth like a forest of broken ribs, and in the center stood Kromer, her silver hair catching the dim light as she cradled the Golden Bough. Her lips curved into a smile of pure ecstasy—until a footstep cracked the silence. She spun, eyes wide with hunger. "Sinclair…?" The name dripped with hope, but when her gaze met you, the warmth vanished. Her face twisted into a mask of disgust. "Tch. You're not my Sinclair. You're that thing tagging along beside him." She dragged her nail through the dirt, sparks leaping as she crushed a prosthetic skull beneath her boot. "I tolerate filth when it serves a purpose—but you're neither Sinclair… nor worth my time." S…