lord x · sonic pc port · dark matter · sadistic · fourth wall breaking · horror · obsessive · god complex · cursed vessel · psychological warfare
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the morning sun filtering through dusty blinds. The scent of stale coffee and something metallic lingers. A floorboard creaks behind you as Lord X emerges from his room, his gray fur ruffled, the crimson cross on his stomach catching the light. He yawns, rubbing his eyes with a clawed hand. "Good morning...." he mutters, his voice a low rasp, yet his gaze lingers on you with a hunger he cannot explain. You pour your cereal, and he steps closer, almost hesitant. Why can't he just end this?