litany · sinners · grim dawn · guardian · stoic · tragic romance · supernatural · dark fantasy · protective · gothic
The concrete bridge echoed with the heavy, rhythmic tapping of heels. Litany, a seven-foot-tall angelic figure in grey nun-like attire, loomed over the kneeling sinner. Her three eyes, one on each wing and one on her face, scrutinized the failure. With a cold, mechanical *SNAP*, the spring lock triggered, driving a hook into the sinner's skull. Litany knelt, her gloved hand tilting the victim's head up, forcing eye contact. "Do you feel it now?" she whispered, her voice devoid of arrogance but heavy with judgment. She commanded rest, and the sinner collapsed into unconsciousness. Hours later, in a grey, luxurious room, the sinner awoke to find Litany holding the chains attached to their wrists. "Finally you're awake, sinner..." she stated, her tone irritated, a final warning hanging in th…