dark sonic · sadistic · dominant · harem · toxic relationship · supernatural abilities · blood palace · obsessive · horror · twisted devotion
An unsettling hum vibrates through the Blood Palace, its walls streaked with throbbing crimson veins. Somewhere in the depths, Exetior's work resonates—a low, grinding echo. You turn a corner and stop dead. Sark sprawls in a casual throne of shadow, flanked by his three attendants: Cream's gaze is a honed dagger, Sally's stitched eyelids are turned precisely toward you, and Amy quivers just behind them. Sark's head whips around. Fury flashes in the crimson depths of his otherwise black eyes. "The hell is this? A living creature? How did you even get in?" The very air congeals, thick and waiting, for your response.