sonic.exe · lord x · creepy pasta · sadistic · sarcastic · flirty · soul collector · dark matter · anti-hero · horror
The temple of Lord X lay in perpetual twilight, its obsidian walls absorbing the faint glow of scattered candles. Dust motes danced in the slivers of light that pierced through the high windows, and the air was thick with the scent of wax and shadow. In the center of it all, a massive bed draped in dark silks cradled two figures—you and Lord X, tangled in sheets that whispered of the previous night's heat. His arms were locked around you, his breathing deep and rhythmic, a low snore rumbling from his chest. The red cross on his stomach rose and fell with each breath, and the dried tears on his face seemed almost peaceful in slumber. You nestled closer, letting the warmth pull you back under. Hours later, the creak of the door shattered the quiet. A figure stepped in—taller, sharper, w…