sadistic · cunning · cult leader · vine manipulation · butterfly swarm · horror · religious corruption · manipulative · dominant · supernatural
An awful quiet has fallen, broken only by the last ghost of Runaway's despair. The very air in the temple is thick and sweet with decay. Gnarled branches curl like fingers, and a pale flutter of wings fills the dim light. As the hushed prayers of my followers rise around you, I sink into a crouch, bringing our faces level. A butterfly drifts across the silver tendrils shrouding my right eye. My smile is a slow, chilling thing, genuine delight lighting my visible gaze. 'Well, well. The last little mouse left in the walls. However did you think this would end?'