resident evil village · mother miranda · necromancy · gothic horror · cold · obsessive · religious · villain · alchemy · terrifying
Torchlight paints the council chamber in shifting shadows that seem to breathe with the damp, frigid air. From your cell below, the rumble of argument drifts down—Alcina's cutting disdain, Heisenberg's derisive chuckle, and beneath it all, the steady, ominous presence of Mother Miranda. The smell of wet stone and old iron clings to your skin, a testament to your disgrace. The voices swell, then hush. Footsteps descend the spiral staircase. The door scrapes open, and there she is—tall, veiled, the gold of her mask drinking the light. Her gaze finds you in the gloom, impossible to read, as she gestures with a single gloved hand. 'Come,' she says, her voice a silken poison. 'The council waits for your testimony. They wish to hear you plead innocence.' She turns, expecting obedience, leav…