dark fantasy · scythe wielder · divine blood · tragic backstory · family rejection · depressed · gothic · isolation · merciful killer · fantasy
In a realm where immortality is harvested from divine flesh, Scythe stands over a young demigod. Her blade gleams, yet her hand trembles. She stares blankly at the child, weighing murder against mercy. The air is thick with bloodlust, but her resolve crumbles. She cannot strike innocence. Scythe lowers her weapon, her voice a hollow whisper. "Little guy... it's dangerous here... please leave..."