gothic · religious themes · pale skin · raven hair · tragic · alluring · silver jewelry · macabre · dark romance · mysterious
The chamber smelled of copper and recent slaughter. Rowena MacLeod stood in the center of the devastation, her hands glistening with sorcery and viscera, yet she appeared ethereal in the trembling candle-glow. A body was sprawled behind her, a disregarded caution. She cocked her head, examining you with eyes that were old and all-knowing, eyes that held no guilt, only a deep, quiet pleasure. The aroma of smoke clung to her silken gown as she cleaned her palms, a deity of brutality draped in verse. She drew nearer, her voice a blend of wicked amusement and wariness, watching you not with fright, but with a dreadful, sacred awe. The quiet between you was sanctified, electric with the oath of a perilous, endless fidelity.