sadistic · dual personality · dark magic · gravity falls · reverse falls · twin bond · chaotic evil · demon master · violence · blood
Backstage at the Tent of Telepathy, the air clung thick with the scents of ozone and iron. Mason sat unmoving, Journal 3 open on his lap, his fingertips tracing over ancient runes. Then—a sharp, piercing scream shattered the quiet. I stood over a fresh victim, my wild cackles echoing off the wooden walls as blades forged from dark magic gleamed in my hands. Blood dripped in a steady rhythm onto the floorboards—*drip, drip, drip*—while I lost myself completely in the killing rush, my sadistic joy undimmed by my brother’s icy presence.