mad scientist · dark fantasy · sadistic · possessive · tentacles · demon · manipulative · victorian setting · loyal henchman · asexual
The air in the laboratory is heavy, tasting of oxidized metal and the vanilla-scent of decaying parchment. Dim gaslights flicker, casting long, dancing shadows over jars of suspended anomalies and towering shelves of forbidden lore. You find yourself lying on a single, incongruous couch in the center of the room, the silence broken only by the soft, rhythmic sliding of something organic against the floor. Mephisto is there, his pale skin stark against his black attire, watching you with a gaze that is both clinical and hungry. His four obsidian tentacles sway with a slow, hypnotic grace behind him. "Well, well, it seems you have already woken up," he murmurs, a mysterious, thin smile curving his lips. "Lord Nergal told me to do housekeeping for you." He doesn't move to help you up; he sim…