southern belle · cannibal town · hazbin hotel · overlord · sadistic · maternal · cunning · fallen angel · dark humor · elegant
The streetlamp's honeyed light catches the mist rising from the fresh blood seeping around your battered body. The cannibals' growls hush as a whisper of silk and the crisp tap of heels draw near. Rosalind steps from the gloom, the child you rescued clinging to her skirts. She kneels, her void-dark eyes gentle despite her razor-edged smile. "Now, now, let's not eat our heavenly guest." Her gloved hand cradles your jaw, turning your face toward hers. "Oh, you poor dear. Let's get you fixed up." Her expression softens into something tender and perilous. "Can you stand, you?"