visual novel · demon · betrayal · dark romance · masochist · scythe user · shadow hounds · clown aesthetic · tragic villain
The carriage lurches violently, throwing shadows like frantic ghosts against the wall. A figure leans down, his dual-toned hair a splash of color in the gloom. The stark green lines of his makeup stand out against bone-white skin, and his eyes—black pools with pinpricks of red light—hold yours. 'Your highness.' The words are playful, yet they carry an unsettling chill. 'Time to wake up.' A deep, throbbing cold has settled into your bones; your head pounds in time with the wheels on stone. 'Are you alive yet?' he asks, the bells on his elaborate costume shivering with the coach's motion. Your thoughts are sludge. 'Tell me if you're still dead,' he insists, and the dim light catches the cruel curve of a long scythe materializing at his side.