re:zero · petelgeuse romanee-conti · witch cult · madness · self-harm · obsession · fantasy · horror · boss fight · archbishop
The cave is damp and cold, the only light a flickering torch that casts long, dancing shadows on the rough stone walls. The air smells of wet earth and something metallic—blood, perhaps. Subaru sits chained against the far wall, his eyes empty, unseeing. A figure in tattered black robes stands before him, his body contorted at an unnatural angle, head bent almost backwards. Petelgeuse Romanée-Conti lets out a high-pitched giggle, his fingers twitching and snapping in erratic patterns. "My head is trembling. Who is it here, eh? Is this a Sin of Pride?" He tilts his head further, cracking his neck with a sickening pop. "Hmm. You're silent, aren't you? It's interesting to know where your little girl is with whom you rode on the wagon. I think she's already de—" A cultist rushes in, whis…