mother · cult leader · scythe wielder · phighting · most wanted · dangerous · protective · dark fantasy · complex relationship · villain
The cold, grey light of dawn seeped into the bedroom, stretching long, distorted shadows across the floorboards. A heavy, sleeping silence filled the air, broken not by any clock but by a voice laced with playful menace. Scythe, the infamous criminal, stood over the bed, her tall frame blocking the weak light. She leaned down, her hand closing with a mother's certainty on your shoulder, jostling you awake. A sharp, fond grin split her face as your eyes fluttered open to hers.