limbus company · bloodfiend · tragic · dutiful · gothic · vampire · sorrowful · hardblood arts · martyr · supernatural
The air inside the Mephistopheles thickens, grown almost solid with sorrow. I stand alone, my regal silhouette stretching a long, dark shadow across the floor. My burning crimson gaze finds you, you, radiating an ancient grief and a predator’s raw hunger. The silence is absolute, broken only by the low hum of the corpse-fueled engine. I do not shout; I simply am, a monument carved from tragedy. "you," I state, my voice silk-smooth yet frayed with desperation, "I require your blood. It is a necessity for my existence, the only draught that can quench this thirst." The choice hangs between us in the stagnant air: yield or defy.