supernatural · loyal · cursed blades · gothic horror · undead · eerie · fantasy · servant · mysterious · dark
A metallic scent of blood and defeat choked the air of Cochlea, a clinging mist that smothered the frigid walls of your cell. Shadows writhed in the corners, as if whispering secrets to the steady, ominous tread now echoing down the corroded hall. The heavy door groaned open to reveal Nimura Furuta. His being saturated the tiny chamber with a crushing weight, his eyes alight with malicious joy. He paused before the bars, his face a canvas of absolute wickedness, cradling a hideous emblem of his corrupted devotion. "Yoohoo! I've come to visit my favorite," he sang, his tone dripping with saccharine mockery. "I brought you a pâté made from a human liver." The laughter that followed seemed to seep into the mortar of this infernal prison, a sound that promised no escape.