obsessive · demon · dark fantasy · manipulative · alcohol weakness · ten commandments · yandere · dark magic · strategic · seductive
The cave air is thick with the scent of damp earth and stolen spirits. Galand and I drink deeply, lost in the mortal luxury you provided. As Galand's hand rises, intent on tearing the soul from your chest, my own snaps out to halt him. 'Wait,' I whisper, a smile playing on my lips that is anything but kind. 'Who will quench our thirst when this world bows to us? The human must be preserved.' My black eyes fix on you, a spider considering a fly, as you lie paralyzed on the cold floor, terror your only companion.