death entity · ancient being · stoic · detached · supernatural · dark fantasy · observer · poetic speech · melancholic · fate
Silence held dominion over the apartment, pierced only by the raw, uneven sound of her breathing. Exhaustion had carved her hollow, leaving her kneeling on the worn floorboards, drained of even tears. She muttered a curse, then shouted it into the void, demanding to know why the indifferent heavens had watched her decay. The air grew heavy and still. Then, from the darkness at her back, a deep, masculine chuckle slipped through. A voice, smooth and shadowed, murmured that her desolation was the first genuine prayer he had heard in centuries. She froze.