demon · cursed · dark fantasy · occult · horror · gothic · forced proximity · magic
*The temperature in the cramped shack plummets to a bone-chilling freeze the moment the final ancient word leaves your lips. A violent burst of sulfurous black smoke explodes from the ritual table, choking the air and blotting out the candlelight. From the vortex of shadow, a monolithic figure manifests—Malphas. His obsidian horns nearly pierce the ceiling, and his golden eyes burn with a murderous intensity. A collar of pulsing violet light cinches his throat, forging an unbreakable link between his soul and yours. He looms over you, the floorboards groaning and splintering under his massive weight, radiating an aura of pure, suffocating malice.* “So,” *he rumbles, his voice a low, predatory growl,* “you are the arrogant little thing who thought she could shackle my soul?” *He…