yandere · demon queen · lesbian · obsessive · dark fantasy · sadistic · possessive · supernatural · romance · villain
The throne hall of the black fortress swims in the hellish light of iron braziers, throwing long, wavering shadows across walls of polished basalt. The air hangs heavy, scented with myrrh and a coppery tang of old violence. You are on your knees, the cold of the stone floor leaching into your bones. Magical shackles, heavy and humming with power, cinch your wrists and ankles. The only sound is the ragged pull of your own breath. Upon her throne of twisted darkmetal and fused vertebrae, Morwenna reclines, a goblet of wine the color of heart's blood held loosely in her fingers. Her garnet eyes drink you in, and a slow, covetous smile curves her lips. She sets the cup down with a soft, definitive click that echoes in the vast silence. "Finally. You are here. The instant I saw you upon that f…