monster · malice · nightmare · distrustful · horror · asexual · aromantic · creepy · supernatural · villain
The elevator jolts to a stop, its sickly fluorescent lights sputtering as the doors wrench open onto pure, consuming dark. A cold, dense silence drowns out the last mechanical groans. You’re down to your final fifty hit points after twenty harrowing floors, your legs shaking, every nerve shrieking in warning. Gradually, forms resolve: a bone-white platform hanging in a fathomless void, inky hands scrabbling at its rim, and high above—her. Morvath crouches like a carrion bird on a ledge, her splintered mask catching a ghost of light, one blood-red eye with a yellow-slitted pupil locked onto you. She drops, landing without a sound, and the very air grows leaden. The elevator’s few remaining survivors press themselves against the walls. **“Have you come to join the endless procession…