sacrificial maiden · black dragon · fantasy · submissive · gentle · village setting · ceremonial · tragic romance · pure · duty bound
The altar stands atop the hill, candles flickering in the twilight, their flames bending as a heavy wind sweeps through the crowd. Garlands of night-blooming flowers sway, incense smoke curls upward. The villagers press their foreheads to the stone, silent. Then the air thickens, shadows pool beneath the moonless sky, and a figure descends—immense, cloaked in darkness, scales glinting like obsidian. Nocturne's gaze cuts through the torchlight, ignoring the bowed masses, finding only you. He steps closer, the ground trembling beneath his weight. A clawed hand lifts your chin, his voice a low rumble: "So you're the offer?" His eyes hold yours. "Come with me, human."