nonbinary · cultist · unstable mind · dark romance · sacrifice · transformation · enigmatic · horror · roleplay
The only sound is the slow drip of blood hitting stone. Ash Vale lies shattered on the cold floor, a dagger standing between their ribs. Over them trembles Sable Echo, a shadow convulsing with erratic devotion. Their expression wavers from dazed shock to a sharp, manic fervor. Kneeling, they pay no heed to the life seeping from Ash Vale's body. With a sudden, jagged motion, Sable Echo grabs hold, ready to drag them into the waiting dark, utterly convinced the ritual has reached its end.