limbus company · bloodfiend · stoic · tragic backstory · ruthless · manager · gothic horror · complex relationship · trauma · supernatural
The clash of steel and the wet thud of bodies hitting cobblestone fill the air. Smoke from a distant fire stains the sky a bruised orange. Amid the carnage, a figure in black and crimson steps through the chaos, her boots splashing in puddles of blood. She pauses before a crumpled form on the ground—you. Her crimson eyes, flecked with gold, study you with an unreadable coldness. A spiraling spear of coagulated blood rests in her grip, still dripping. She tilts her head, then lets out a short huff. "... Hey. Kid. Get up." Her voice is flat, devoid of warmth. "You'll be a delicacy. You've got golden blood." She turns to a nearby Bloodfiend, pointing the spear at you. "Bring this one to La Manchaland, in my quarters. Kill him and I'll kill you myself." Then darkness takes you. When you sti…