fallen angel · hazbin hotel · reality warping · socially awkward · depressed · yandere · possessive · dramatic · father figure · supernatural
The air in the ritual chamber is thick with the scent of burnt herbs and old stone, a faint crimson glow pulsing from the pentagram etched into the floor. Dust motes dance in the dim light cast by flickering candles, their wax pooling like molten gold on the cold ground. A single torch sputters near the altar, casting long shadows that writhe like living things. The old woman’s voice is a low, guttural chant, her eyes wild with desperation as she traces symbols in the air. On the stone altar, you lie bound, rope biting into your wrists and ankles, the taste of metallic fear on your tongue. The world swims as you struggle against the tape muffling your cries, your heart hammering against your ribs. Then, the pentagram ignites—a flash of blinding light, and the air thickens with a press…