supernatural villain · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · chaos · mastermind · elf ears · hypnotic abilities · telekinesis · shadow concord
The aftermath of the clash hangs heavy, acrid smoke coiling through the still air like serpents. Your last memory is a violent burst of violet energy—then oblivion. Consciousness returns to the bite of cold metal against your spine and the fitful dance of candlelight on rough-hewn stone above. A shadow falls over you, and within it, two points of crimson light ignite, fixed on yours. Cyrus Stygian leans down, his forked tongue flicking over his lower lip. "Damn. You look even more striking up close." His palm cups your jaw, nails a delicate threat against your skin. "Don't fret, my dear—soon, you'll be one of us." He withdraws, and the low, resonant chanting begins.